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ASCENDING by Sonja Marie Phillips- Hollie

My heart weeps and my soul cries out for the children…

When the children suffer so do we. This poem is about the suffering of all the children especially those in war-torn countries. Although, some may believe that suffering of the world is due to evil forces, I believe that it has unfolded due to the lack of love in the world. It starts with us!

In the poem I use the Divine Mother, who is within us all, metaphorically, as she appears as divine cloak of protection for the children and descends to earth to shield, comfort and lead some home. This poem has been one of the hardest poems I've ever had to write. It has opened up a deep portal inside of me that has lay dormant for years, and led to the healing of the loneliness of my inner child.

I have learned that the world doesn't need to be saved; it needs to be loved. That love is within us all. As Mothers, we must all teach our children to love and respect themselves and others. We must all stand for peace, seek truth, embrace all humanity and become ambassadors of love. It is love that births peace, balance and harmony. May the world ascend to this vision!

Ascending

As an Entity of light,
I descend into the physical realm
weaving in and out of portals
To gather the souls
of the beloved children-
under my wings of
love and protection.
I shield them
in the bliss of forgetfulness
from the wounds of war and deception.
Long gone are the days
of light filled eyes,
gentle demeanors,
and innocent playfulness.
As I look into their stoic eyes,
they seem not to comprehend
the darkness of humanity.
Departing a world
that has fallen asleep-
for as they suffer,
so do we.
One by one the children ascend
the stairway into the realm of unity.
Where eternal thoughts
are woven into
an embodiment of love-
For as we ascend,
so shall they.


Sonja Marie Phillips- Hollie: I was born in the Windy City of Chicago but now reside in Texas. I have a degree in Spanish and have worked as a bilingual translator, supervisor and Data Analyst for Student Life Programs on campus. One of my life passions has been acting as a counselor and mentor for at risk high school students. I enjoy reading and writing poetry, dancing and hope to one day write my first novel. I am a blend of many different ethnicities, and embrace them all! I also have a fascination with Egypt: a theme that often appears in my poems. I'm a mother of three beautiful daughters. My hope is that my poetry touches someone’s heart, comforts the lonely, or redeems a lost soul.



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