Circle On the Christmas Tree

Cold Devours the world Blizzard after terrifying blizzard will unfold Winter seems everywhere to take its hold There is a phrase cold gripping the very soul But there is no physical cold that can actually capture the soul But cold of the soul Can grip it in darkness colder than ice, and darker then coal But even for that there is remedy For against the cold fusion of the soul will rave angry And as depth of dark forces deeper then cold increase briskly So will souls’ protection deepening its fury If soul will ricochet from last fundamental place’s other side Without breaking up inside Towards the heavenly realm it will glide With energy recoil from death towards life will provide The vortex of the soul is true majesty And it will only increase in beauty This is third dimension third key And there are many more many Child makes ornament consisting of many concentric circles and puts it on Christmas tree Not knowing they represent this very multi dimensionality This is divine majesty The soul’s growth and perhaps heavenly key