When among the artificial
world you have created,
Recall you were not made for this
darkness so inflated.
Sparkling orbs and strands of light
have always been yourself,
Do not trade them for the lies
disguised as wisdom and wealth.
You are beloved by Source
and can remember who you are,
But will you trade that love
for the screen’s hypnotic horror?
Poetry Copyright © 2020 by Ena Whiteraven All rights reserved.
Based on: Velux’s “Indoor Generation” and Alura Cein’s teachings, courses, and The Angelic Herald (The Herald is found at her “Angels” site)