Like Moses, Dorothy Eady
Found herself waking up amongst reeds
Recalling old lives in Ancient Egypt
As an esteemed member of a revered priesthood, out east
Hit her head so badly her ears were bleeding
Doctors doubted she would recover
Despite her parents’ pleading
An old soul in a new shell
Didn’t care who believed her
On a museum trip she took off with speed and zeal, beelining
To a selection of Egyptian artefacts; in communion divine
With the ancient world, in its ancient time.
Alchemisland 
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