Predictions tell what will form next,
exotic tools of ancient text,
withstanding time, jumping through test,
advice will tell “Which path is best”.

Spiritual soul, science filled mind,
pulls messages from deep inside,
tell mute stories that run and hide.
some will be tough, others are kind.

At times we choose to blind insight,
not see the truths, instead we sigh,
let other perceptions be right,
rely within another’s light.

Devices that truly assist,
everyone carries unique gifts,
if self-belief comes to persist,
insecure fears will quickly lift.

Close both eyes to know what will come,
truth made for one, are lies to some,
people could laugh and claim its dumb,
until foreseen facts all become.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Written for Reena’s Xploration Challenge #246

Prompt – Write a prose poem based on the featured image.