It’s Afire
Stories were handed down, father to son,
About the properties of Sapphire stones.
Perhaps the one in which Brahma intones
Prayers for the first wrong deed he had done
Harkens our spiritual attention
In the direction of his bitter moans,
Recorded in hard memorial-stones
Etched from the hot tears that his eyes have spun.
Sacred to Luna, sapphires will open
The hearts of hard men to prayer’s power,
Or, at least, bring more peace than any gem.
Nevertheless, take this as an omen:
Each who wears it must be pure, or cower!
Sleeping dogs, let them lie: “Cave canem.”
Sonnet IX
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I am an Astrologer who also writes about world events. My first eBook "At This Point in Time" is available through most on-line book stores. I have now serialized my second book "The Star of Bethlehem" here. And I am experimenting with birth and death charts. If you wish to contact me, or request a birth chart, send an email to cdsmiller17@gmail.com. (And, in case you are also interested, I have an extensive list of celebrity birth and death details if you wish to 'confirm' what you suspect may be a past-life experience of yours.) Bless.
I posted a link for this poem on the “Discovering Dowsing” Facebook page. The group administrator thought it wasn’t anything to do with dowsing. She has forgotten that some people use different kinds of gems as pendulums: sapphires in particular, hence the warning about sleeping dogs…
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