I was taught, or maybe assumed, that a prophet is:
MALEANGRYSHAKINGFISTSGROWLING
JUDGING
what they see,
as ugly.
But maybe a Prophet can:
Smile. Paint. Listen, Write. Speak. Sing.
Be human AND connected to the Divine.
A Prophet with empathy:
Comes to tiredness and tears, because they care.
A prophet without empathy:
IS LIKE AN UNPLUGGED MICROPHONE.
It should be saying something important…………………...............................But isn’t.
Being a Prophet is a curse, if empathy, is forgotten.
T.L. Eastman Copyright August 2020
Written in honor of poet Lucille Clifton
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