Revival

a poem

Photo by mohammad alizade on Unsplash

I sat before Her feet.
The wind
moon
and stars
met me there.
I humbled myself
and listened.
I heard stories of battles fought
on my behalf.
I felt the push of prayers whispered generations ago.
They sat under these same stars crying tears of joy,
foreseeing this moment in time.
Illuminated by the Sun’s early rays
and my new found purpose,
I stood tall.
Recharged.
A Revival
Under the stars.