PROPHECY
by Theodore Webb
Don’t become your own self-fulfilling prophecy
You are the beloved, foremost
You’re connected to others
It’s true sometimes they don’t see you
Remember, you’re not seeing them
The blind should not accuse the blind of darkness
—or silence
We’re born—and reborn
—to fight
for what is Real
Truth lives forever,
building bridges with blood-soaked nails
In spite of fear, there’s Love
In spite of "death," there’s Hope
What else?
The Great Spirit is a butterfly at the river’s edge
On a never-ending journey to the other side
("PROPHECY" copyright 2010 by Theodore Webb, all rights reserved)
THIS POEM, ALONG WITH OTHER POEMS, ARE AVAILABLE IN MY NOVEL, "THE STARLING CONNECTION," ABOUT FOUR TEENS TRYING TO FIND SOMETHING REAL IN A NEAR-FUTURE HIGH-TECH DYSTOPIA.
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by Theodore Webb
Don’t become your own self-fulfilling prophecy
You are the beloved, foremost
You’re connected to others
It’s true sometimes they don’t see you
Remember, you’re not seeing them
The blind should not accuse the blind of darkness
—or silence
We’re born—and reborn
—to fight
for what is Real
Truth lives forever,
building bridges with blood-soaked nails
In spite of fear, there’s Love
In spite of "death," there’s Hope
What else?
The Great Spirit is a butterfly at the river’s edge
On a never-ending journey to the other side
("PROPHECY" copyright 2010 by Theodore Webb, all rights reserved)
THIS POEM, ALONG WITH OTHER POEMS, ARE AVAILABLE IN MY NOVEL, "THE STARLING CONNECTION," ABOUT FOUR TEENS TRYING TO FIND SOMETHING REAL IN A NEAR-FUTURE HIGH-TECH DYSTOPIA.
Like on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/theodorewebbauthor
Follow on Twitter: @STARLINGCONNECT
