GATHERING with Barbiel ~
And she was venturing in the forest
Going to fetch the fungi and moss
The girl searched the strathy floor
In the mystic Highlands of Scotland
Alone searching, seeking for notions
Prayerfully seeking wise advise
And there she sought wise Barbiel
The Angel of October, and asked ~
Where do the toadstools grow here?
Amid the dankness of the leaves?
“It is in October they prosper on trees”
Then Barbiel took his dousing rod to lead
“Come this way girl, and don’t meander…
I’ll teach you of autumn’s alchemy
And some other things,” he spoke kindly
Barbiel pointed to the medicinal fungi
Found under the wet decayed log
He held up a yellow October leaf
Inspected and said he, “just wait until it turns orange.”
And on their path of only mystics travel
Who wander questing of the dark forest
Finding a Fagus Beech Tree standing alone
He cracked the triangular nut offering
She ate the sweet fruits he gave her
Filling her basket with the kernels
Slowly continuing onward,‘old Barbiel taught as they passed forward
This the child maiden spent a day learning
From the tall burly angelic wisdoms
“When will I see you again?” She questioned
“I’m afraid, not until next October.” Said he.
“I’ll be here on the first next year!” She promised.
Then saying goodbyes ~ He departed.
She watched the sparkling winds dissipate
And long-suffered October’s date ~now fated
Barbiel – angel of October
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THE MAGIC TUNNEL
In the togths of the Grenberby
Hidden from sights of The Ogmims
A land of wonder, minuscule pleasures
Lives the Loras and the Bimblebergs
Green moss gangles from Birth Barsh
And the twithers feed off the valgus
Tis a plattif of seraphs and bees
In the togths of Grenberby
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Royal blue, turquoise, yellow and brown
Pink florals, green ivy, and Dandelions
Pages with cursive filled with swiggly-swags
Sheer magic, delightful wonder, and words
Butterflies, crickets, shells, clouds and sky
And poetry inscribed charmingly so glace’
Keep The Sprites forevermore, never dies
Within the pages kept by butterflies
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Standing over Gethsemane, right hand bearing my sword
It was then, I called upon Hofniel, The mighty Fighter of the children of God
Asking, Hofniel will you defend him, the child in query? I asked.
And old Hofniel asked, “Which way ~ to the glory of battle fare friend?”
Bowing at the warring angel, whose strength ferociously tame
He thus tapped me on my shoulders saying, “Arise my faithful partner.
Do not falter in fear of dragons, but rather trust in childish faith.
And, yes, I will come to your battle, and lead you into the light.”
***Hofniel – The ruling angel of the bene Elohim; name means “fighter of God.”***
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Spotted standing on the lush green and purple strath
A tall being dressed in white calling me onto the path
He held out his hand with a smile on his face
My instincts told me to trust him while on the way
My hand, he held it was so warm and kind
He felt like my father or someone I’ve known
Smiling gently so tender and loving, he appeared
I followed him to a place of forgiving and mirrors
In that place in green thickets and trees
The lilacs and Lavender grow sumptuously
He placed a crown made of floral herbs
We laughed and danced twirling there on foot
He showed me a vision of all my tears
And the people I’d blamed throughout the years
Never accusing, but presenting my truths
Then he asked, “Do you want abundance?”
“Of course!” I screamed. And then he said ~
“Prosperity and having your widest dreams?”
“Yes!” I yelled joyfully. Then he said intently,
“To have healing, joy and prosperity, you must ~
Forgive you see. By forgiving others sets you free.
And for those others, you open their doors
And windows too ~ of prosperity, wealth, health
And love.” And then he smiled and looked in my
Eyes. “The challenge is not easy, but can be done.
Take up your weapons of love and tolerance
Choose to forgive any unpleasantness, and
Know you’re not the only one involved. It’s not
Easy, but there is no other way.” Silently thought.
“What is your name,” I asked of his being?
“I’m the Archangel Zadkiel and your friend.
I bring healing, forgiveness, health, wealth
And prosperity. To those who choose the better road
~ You see?”©2016 Bonnie Jennings. All Rights Reserved
Imaginations of a girl
Dragons, bubbles and blonde curls
Creating a magical place
All her own
Her angel watches waiting
Motivating the child’s talents sown
In bubbles and butterflies and green moss
The smell of dirt’s mushrooming gorse
The dragon suddenly comes alive
The wave of her finger
Her angel smiles
Gifting the child’s natural endowments
A seer, a writer, a fairy princess
Must always keep her reason for existence
Sadly time and reality erase her magic
Once and artist
Her angel idly waits
Queuing patiently the child’s imaginations
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