the air was odd, I hope i stay whole
I hear behind my ears a man’s whispering
I stopped, was eager to know
who he was and why he was wandering too?
I turned carefully, but no one to see
strange occurrences are happening here
wished I could flee as most rapid as possible
I did not succeed, I was strangled by a seed
the tiniest seed….a SEED? !
or was it just a weed?
I could not move, forward or backward
all of a sudden I saw my backyard
WHAT? ! My own backyard here in the dark forest?
The faithful yard heard my shouts and came to rescue me
from deepest within i knew that that was the Lord
He spoke unto me Sylvia, that seed I gave to you
when your beloved mum asked you to become an evangelist
I sent you perpetually blessings, so do not neglect your promise
use that seed constantly filled with praises
then evil would not step into it and use that as its hiding place
you know that I am always near you as your Grace….
© Sylvia Frances Chan
Tuesday – 24 October 2018-
@ 11.38 hrs. A.M. West-European Time