In Our Words Canadians Reading Together

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JILL SUTTON

A long time ago, I first heard a little voice, whispering from the depths of my soul, “come and seek me out, for I have many things to tell.”

If I am still and all alone and let my thoughts go free, it grows stronger and louder as it reaches out to me.

At first I tried to ignore it for I did not understand, what it wanted or what it was saying, I became very confused. This nameless voice, it speaks in riddles and phrases, I am yet to understand. It whispers of ancient times and of things that have not passed…of trees and castles and a circle of stories and of sands that once were mountains.

This magical voice it makes me weary and unsure of what I see; I know it wishes me no harm, only just to see.

At times it shows me of a mystical place of fairies dancing and misty waters and seas.

I see and hear the sounds of battle and the smell of fear; of women singing in heartbreak and holding hands in prayer.

As the ancient one grows stronger and I spend more time in prayer and the shadows turn to light…my joyful completion is near for the ground has been fertilized for my deliverance.