Myth

We descended steadfastly from spirit to flesh.

And at one era there was a residue

of some who recollected

the ability to manifest from thought.

They were called gods

by those further into the fall

who had forgotten.

And as we evolve back to Truth and Grace

there will come in time

those who will remember.

Perhaps they too will be labelled deities

by those who lag behind.

Maybe some already have....

— judyanne, Jun 09, 2010

About This Poem

About the Author

Region, Country: Western Australia, AUS

Favorite Poets: Favourite poets? So many, so varied. I like particular songs, not necessarily the singer... and the same goes for poetry. I can honestly say though, that Alfred Noyes' The Highwayman was what inspired my love of poetry - my mother began reading it to me when I was still a baby, and it became my favourite bedtime story

Critiques

shirley harrison

16 years ago

i love this myth!

Oh Judy you are so deep this is so wonderful and a joy to read! shirley harrison

judyanne

16 years ago

thanks shirley

you always give me such confidence-building comments that are very much appreciated. love judy xxx http://www.strategicpublishinggroup.com/title/TwentyMyPrettyPonies.html

judyanne

16 years ago

thanks for reading dale

cheech and chong - remember when they were on the island smoking the huge heads rolled in leaf.... and one turned to the other and said 'wouldn't it be funny if D-O-G spelt god?' love judy xxx http://www.strategicpublishinggroup.com/title/TwentyMyPrettyPonies.html

xena465

15 years 12 months ago

Fabulous Judy

I tried to find a good line to point out the best to portray this insightful write, but found they’re all great. Xena

judyanne

15 years 12 months ago

thanks rosina for your lovelycomment

it was your poem about jesus that set off this train of thought, so thank you for that too love to you judy xxx http://www.strategicpublishinggroup.com/title/TwentyMyPrettyPonies.html

xena465

15 years 12 months ago

WoW Judy

That's a wonderful compliment to me that my poem inspired this great poem. I could feel what you were writing but couldn’t explain how I understood it. You’ve just done that for me. Thank you. Xena

Seren

15 years 12 months ago

Dear Judd

Sorry to be late my friend wonderful poem ... left me speechless love and hugs JayCee ("Quote:-For every beauty there is an eye somewhere to see it. For every truth there is an ear somewhere to hear it. For every love there is a heart somewhere to receive it.-Ivan Panin")

judyanne

15 years 12 months ago