Manifesting Sophia (Revised 2016)
Anchored to the sands of The River of Babylon, I implored
There on the river banks, she whispered her name, Sophia
“Summon her. She will breathe.”
In your loneliness, when you cry, hear.
In solitude, listen, sense Sophia, you will know her.
Tinkling of fresh spring waters speaks of her
In the golden of butterfly wings her glory is witnessed
Her voice is an aria of vibrational beauty in antiquities
As elodious as bumble bees making honey
She will arise in your beliefs
Believe.
She visits not the ‘naysayers .’
She can not sojourn the dead.
The lifeless carry no spirit
A child shall observe her silhouette.
Even a waif has hopes.
The sparks of fidelity are her ignition.
Speak, and Sophia will sing
Laugh, as she came, because you asked
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