Rise and Shine !
Wake up, all of you who slumber.
Wake up! Be… Woke!
Rise and Shine!
Sleep in the darkness no more.
Why are you so afraid to open your eyes, and see?
Are you blinded with sight, when vision is no longer your destiny.
You were not created to walk in the shadows, in the valley of darkness.
Nor to be baptized in fear, where darkness sows his seed.
For within each of us, is where we find divinity.
The soul, upon our birth now drinks from the chalice
and eats from the bread of life.
Our body the Temple
our hearts the flame
our souls the ember
of Love`s reign.
Dark is the soul and its matter, who snuffs out the light of love.
A palette void of color is where they choose to feast.
The only hues, they know how to use
are those of power and greed.
Their only flavor is favor
they marinate in hate.
Hunger never to be satiated and forever they will thirst.
They mask the demon of darkness in order to be seen.
Refracting the light, they turn day into night
wrapping it in platitudes.
They spoon feed you, their plight.
Barren is their field and
stolen is their yield.
Thieving, from all, embers of love
to fuel their once lit lamps.
For alone they do not, cannot shine
destroying the Temple
for a Shrine.
Our Father
Our Mother
Our Holy Ghost
We are all made of these three.
We are more than binary.
We are the Trilogy.
Born as children, crucified in life,
we became the Begotten Son.
Here to defeat darkness.
Here to remember how to find
our way home.
For as it is in Heaven, it shall also be on Earth.
We are God`s Kingdom
Love
is thy throne.
✨Be the Light 💫


Very lovely! 🥰❤️
Debra, this reads like if the Nicene Creed met a spoken-word revival tent—and I mean that with holy admiration.
You’re channeling something powerful here: the soul’s deep memory that we’re not just biological accidents fumbling in the dark, but flickers of divine light trying to remember the song we knew before we could speak.
I’m especially struck by the line: “We are the Trilogy.”
Now that’s a mic drop the Cappadocian Fathers could’ve used.
Just a gentle monkish reminder though—sometimes the folks “marinating in hate” are just thirsty people who drank bad theology. Doesn’t excuse the damage, but it keeps us from trading one shadow for another.
Shine on, Sister.
Keep turning the platitudes into paradox and the fear into fire.