Of all walks of life in the world
This is the most undemanding
And it carries a sense of fascination.

Prophets, otherwise known as
Soothsayers, or vaticinators
Or prognosticators are rare in true form
The ones influenced by
Transcendental reality
The ones endowed with balanced duality
They are obscured from the eyes of world
And only operate in sheer privacy.

But the other kinds,
Let's call them imitations,
Are scattered around in numbers
They satisfy their so-called calling
Through fear, fraud and hellfire
Think of it, if such multitude of prophets
Were benevolent in words and actions
The world would be in a better shape.

To prophesy simply means
To foretell future events
There is no hocus pocus involved
No claptrap about it
No need to swamp
The conscience with guilt
Just tidings whether good or bad
To release the emotions pent-up
Due to anxiety, doubt or dread
The fact remains that no prophet
Can always be right but even when
True prophets miss the mark
Their non-success should be regarded
As blessing in disguise.

True prophets never promote their gifts
For they do not value worldly possession
Their profit is spiritual satisfaction
In helping others to better understand
Themselves and the world around them
They fulfill a lofty purpose
Rooted deeply in their nature.