Few minutes before one,
I walked out of that chapel.
Carefully choosing my path
on the dampen soil,
the heavy out pour is to blame.
I believed foreign words earlier
have flown out of my mouth,
barely touching my chapped lips.
My tongue has been possessed,
though it was just me who heard me.
I have been awaken, on a flying stance.
Equipped with discernment.
Blessed with knowledge and wisdom.
Hoping to heal others,
in little ways that I can.