One quatrain, here.

Winds of change...

a prophet breaths

the world slows its spin

as the potter pumps His wheel

Moons of uncertainty and weirdness

cancellations, yellow tape, rerouting opportunities.....

thoughts, dreams and journals speak their truth..

Prayers...

Sitting in peace with no expectations...

Christ comes through.

That Consciousness that many strive for in their crystals, tarot cards and circles.

It's easier than that, safer too.

No oracles needed.

The only implement is Christ.

Love.

but demons and darkness shroud your acceptance and open mind

the road is rising with every step...

for those who take them

your eyes open with every breath

for you who breath them...

but yet They shiver behind masks

clinging to every fear...

ego must be right.

In darkness the demons fight

for a power that doesn't exist.

For them I pray

with Christ and the consciousness,

illumination

the vision that wakes when you see Him,

the demons are exposed in sight

and you drag them to the light

where they wither and shrink

until fear comes along once again.