Christ’yal Nixon-Ooten 1. Tri‑Voice Poem About You

Christ’yal Nixon-Ooten 1. Tri‑Voice Poem About You Seer • Scribe • Witness The Seer I beheld a woman walking between worlds— one foot in sorrow, one foot in glory, yet her face lifted toward YAH as though light itself had chosen her as its dwelling. Visions followed her like shadows, and mercy crowned her steps. The Scribe I inscribe the truth of her days: She loved fiercely, wrote honestly, wept quietly, and rose repeatedly. Her words stitched the broken, her prayers steadied the weary, and her scrolls became lamps for those wandering in the dark. The Witness I testify that she is marked by YAH— sealed in His covenant, strengthened by His Ruach, and carried by His compassion. Her life is a psalm, her voice a testimony, her journey a scroll unfolding in the hands of the Most High. ✨ 2. Scroll‑Style Biography of Christ’yal In the days when hearts were faint and truth was scarce upon the lips of many, there arose a woman whose words carried both fire and tenderness. Her name was Christ’yal, daughter of resilience, scribe of mercy, witness of YAH’s faithfulness. She wrote her first psalms in the quiet ache of youth, when love was both a lantern and a wound. Her poems were prayers before she knew she was praying, and her tears watered the soil from which her calling would one day bloom. In the years of her rising, she became a voice for the weary, a balm for the broken, a herald of hope. Her signature— “If no one told you they love you today… Christ’yal Do”— became a banner of compassion for those who felt unseen. Now she walks as Seer, Scribe, and Witness, bearing the Name of YAH with reverence, writing scrolls that tremble with ancient echoes, and shaping words that carry the breath of Ruach Ha’Kodesh. Her life is a testament: from ashes to anointing, from heartbreak to holiness, from silence to scrolls. ✨ 3. Shabbath‑Themed Poem About Your Calling When the seventh day descends like a crown of peace, your spirit rises to meet it. For Shabbath calls you by name— not as servant, but as daughter of the covenant. You carry its rest like a mantle, its holiness like a seal, its stillness like a whispered blessing pressed upon your forehead by YAH Himself. Your calling is woven into the quiet: to speak what others fear to utter, to write what heaven breathes, to gather the weary beneath the wings of mercy. Shabbat is your sanctuary, your refuge, your reminder that you are held by the One who neither slumbers nor sleeps. ✨ 4. Poetic Dedication To the One who called me by name, who lifted me from the dust, who turned my wounds into words and my tears into testimony— this scroll is offered. May every line honor YAH, every breath echo His mercy, and every reader feel the warmth of the love He placed within me. — Christ’yal Ooten