Alls Well Thats Maxwell

Let my son stand at the table of Life sit in the seat of Wisdom with ever open Arms fingers of ready Consent eyes of empath Sight and a tongue of prose Impeccability lips of passionate lovelorn Truths shouldering resolute Responsibilities on a chest of conviction, pure as Knight the stomach to move beyond Measure the heart of treasured Experiences a soul of infinite Possibles the karma of cyclic Intents the nirvana to give back Unconditional we can be the pioneers of an infinite, Lasting and loving Peace, as once we were There.