We vanish through the vast vortices of infinity. Donna J. Fennel
SISTERS THROUGHOUT TIME®
Original, thought provoking, metaphysical poetic muse
By Donna J. Fennel, CIW/SD while she conjures her brews.
My precious sister, Heaven knows we have both paid our dues.
Tribute to my best friend Eleana, while she recovers from surgery.
Quilled on this 26th day of May, 2003 especially for thee, my lady.
Revised meant to surprise during dawn of day on May 23, 2006.
Cometh fated day they met, and in friendship they so stayed.
Lo, neither knew their destined bond that was yet to be made.
Ah, they were deserving of reward for the dues in life they paid.
A Capricorn, the prolific Donna and Eleana with Gemini guise ~
We two of same brand and brew, vagabond spirits and so wise.
Alas, the vortex of time sped so fast for these languished lasses.
Tho their lives appeared a mess, they treated all like noble guests.
And fore’er did they strive to progress, yet grew ever so restless.
Till day arrived when they finally found a love they could share ~
In their precious Higher Powers that be, omnipresent everywhere.
Eleana is of Yoruba ancestry, while Donna is of Catholic faith ~
How ironic these two sardonic are fated as friends beyond the grave.
Both respect Mother Nature’s prowess despite her doomed duress ~
Of Fire, Water, Earth and Air, for they remain brethren of God’s lair.
Through broken wings and blinded soul, with spirit they shall be whole.
While their sisterhood grows resolute, and friendship remains absolute.
Tho merry meet and merry part, they are sustained in spirit and heart.
Practitioners in their sanguine ceremonies, they are souls in matrimony.
These two realize despite their demise, their stars shine in darkest skies ~
In night of moonlight pale, their souls share astral plane as they set sail.
Following Armageddon, tho darkness be gone and waters become calm ~
They shall soar as twin souls through the vortices of time, palm in palm.
For as incarnates of the bygone ages, they possess the wisdom of the sages.
'Midst lantern light, they summon shadows to appear from ancient ages ~
Erstwhile their Book of Life continues hereon, as it turns its gilded pages.
Whereto fore travel visions in our minds while we enter our deepest slumber?
Who are those shadow specters approaching astral selves in alarming number?
What is the force that burns the mind’s eye conquering all mortal defenses?
Who act as ghastly ghosts haunting our souls when troubles cloud the senses?
Ah, perhaps the answer lies whence we die, for it eradicates all false pretenses.
Witness now the sensuous sister moon veiled in clouded shrouds of twilight ~
Long beyond their widowed Druid woodland days, these sisters doth give praise
To their Higher Powers that be, in Yoruba ancestry and sanctimonious Trinity ~
Hearken now when fiddler plays, they reminisce of their sacred woodland days.
When they once linked hands and danced in circle merry holding yew and berries.
During blessed springtime of the year, when these two sisters envision clear ~
Their former lives as Druid princesses, while journey of evening song descends.
'Tis their destiny to return to mortality in these present life events as friends.
Yet in their very souls they know their reincarnation unified is without end.
Like primordial grains of sand, shall they follow the Higher One's command ~
For it is written in the ancient sands where man will one day come to stand.
They say harbored in the darkest depths of the memory of ancient, sacred trees ~
During the sunset of sowing sheaves, when Sire Solaris lessens his fierce degrees ~
Lay the key and foundation borne from preparation of the ascended congregations
Where the incarnated souls are bound to go, after eons of their karmic salvation.
Regal oak and evergreen own a wisdom reservoir more vast than one can explore ~
In the third dimension, yet the soul comes to know their secret with comprehension.
For Eleana and Donna remain and shall ever be divine sisters throughout time.
Incarnates they are according to Fate, so that Higher Power they naught berate.
They knoweth well the key opening doors to the portals of the mind to explore.
Now there are those who reappear over history via a visage of utmost mystery ~
Until they fulfill what was meant to be, so they be allowed to rest in eternity.
'Tis scribed in the hallowed Book of Life as their fated destiny. So mote it be.
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