“Mama Seraphim”
““Mama Seraphim”
I laid in a bed.
..
waiting on God.
And she indeed came in.
She came
in cinnamon skin,
With a saxophone in her mouth.
Her mouth opened
and her tongue began to unleash heaven
as she told me of all of the good works of the earth.
the static filled in the sky, &
I felt the earth change.
I knew,
that this was no longer the moment
I needed not, give back an offering unto god.
This time,
She had something for me.
I turned,
and looked into fiery turmeric eyes
and with her steady breath,
and we both knew
This was now the moment.
I asked the faith filled question
“God,
Do You have something to give me? “
Her answer stuck down her body
and opened every spiritual channel to deep spiritual realms unknown.
Voices opened in the skies and
I stood there on the meeting place of gods.
The glorious presence to the most holy illuminance,
lit up her eyes to the most perfect vision.
Her Halos surrounded
and radiated the brightest colors
in an aura I’d never seen.
She took off glasses
and steadied her aim
Holding me in perfect precision,
as
We journied over middle passages
and deep waters to the birth realm of her spiritual place.
She laid my broken body on an altar
that faith had brought her to many times.
&
Out these Sweet Cinnamon hands,
That stirred pots ,
kneaded dumplings and nursed babies.
Laid a God like charge that lit up my body.
Fire poured from her nostrils as
She rearranged every atom, every synapse, & every spiritual place in my pound of flesh.
She steadied again..
waiting on an instruction
As if a designed surgeon spoke in her ears
and guided her medicinal practice.
After a slow calm breath,
I indeed did hear
and knew
that
the oracle
had come.
She parted her mouth and pointed her finger,
“The creator said. “
And in that moment, information lit up her tongue to spiritual channels.
This power,opened to her
and spoke to me in living riddles.
Waters of fresh “rhema” poured from her lips.
She spoke so rapidly
to cast a Message,
As if, she were there to catch them.
Her vowels and syllables
became hot living fresh water.
She spoke in the utterances of
an ancient and
familiar tongue.
Its timber,
Bore the resemblance,
to the tongue,
Of a God,
that i had only known.
Her words heated..
and then cooled.
She told me of the promises of the skies,
Given to me , known to only those,
who have sat in on
secret meetings
with God.
My heart opened up.
& joy tears affirmed,
Poured down my face.
We now both knew.
That this is what i had asked.
and it
reached my gods ears.
& that Today,
she decided,
She would answer back.
This divine mother,
channeled her way back
down the antenna.
And as I wept,
Softly closed up the heavens
which held all the secrets of the skies.
My prayers were answered.
That day.
And everyday since.
“💫Halle Lu!!!”
“Halle Lu!!”💫
Poem Written for Poet,
Lutanya Rachel Highsmith
My souls’ sister.
Bakaripoet1,’20💛