Echoes of the Unseen #657

Echoes of the Unseen In quiet spaces where silence dwells, Truth whispers, ancient, vast, As Jesus spoke—prophets in their realms, In wisdom's shadow, they are cast. A stranger in their own domain, Where shared tables hold no feast of mind, Insight, like rain on hardened plains, Seeks fertile ground but finds it blind. Familiarity, a double-edged sword, Cuts ties of recognition, seeds doubt, Where kin and country, unexplored, Leave prophets' lights to flicker out. Yet, beyond the shadows of their dance, In lands unmarked by shared pasts' claim, Recognition finds its chance, And prophets' voices rise, untamed. This journey calls us to transcend, To see beyond the veils we weave, Acknowledge wisdom as a friend, In the extraordinary we believe. Each soul a prophet, each a disciple, In life's eternal, sacred flow, Where every truth, however simple, In hearts open, finds its echo. Our challenge, journey, our sacred call: To unveil wisdom, let it shine, Recognize the prophets among us all, In the tapestry of the divine. Written by Steven G. Lee (March 23, 2024)