(Originally written in 2016. Updated 2023)

To all my poet, prophet, painter, and seer friends: Thank you—you are deeply loved, needed, appreciated, and prayed for. I bless you always! 

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Walk steadfast over stones of time,

uproot and plant the fields.

Stand firmly in this present place,

the prophets now reveal.

The depths of understanding run,

beneath the tide of hours.

With holy vision, the seers see,

and broadcast from watchtowers.

The poets’ words, like a tapestry,

Weave threads of truth and pain.

But the sound we hear from pens and swords uncovers hope again.

Inspired drips from Heaven’s heart, 

Flow through the painters’ brush.

To touch the souls of humankind 

By sowing awe and trust.

We listen.

We look. 

We express.

We emote. 

And then, as light shines bright

Shadows dissolve

So darkness cannot prevail.

Where grace abounds

Like open meadows 

Love pours out to tell.

While prayer is flowing 

Unlocking power 

Setting things apart.

We believe no wasted labor here—

Only emptied vessels 

And servant hearts.

We long to truly hear; 

We long to truly see;

We long to truly express;

We long to truly impart;

We long to truly know—

The deep mysteries of Him

And of His Kingdom.

Michelle Holderman

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