A World On Stilts
When the world becomes still
And all that matters is my own personal will
A will that will one day match that of the creator
A will that will one day
Spread hope to those
Who beg for change in their prayers
As the clouds above me split in the sky
And the sun gazes and beats upon me
I shall call forth
A world of peace
A world of clarity
We shall all call forth
A world full of fairy tales
Angels, speaking flowers and rain dances
One where our magic has been re-claimed
And we take care in the words we allow
To enter and leave our brains
Where we can heal in the blink of an eye
And you never feel lost
Because you are surrounded by those who know the way
And you never feel alone
Because you have been made aware
Of from where it is you came
This is the world that resides above us
This is the world that lives on stilts
Keeping us with purpose
Giving us somewhere to go
Magicians, healers, dragons and amazons
Let us see it unfold before our eyes
Allowing the light to pulse from our wrists
This is the path that is meant to save us
This is the life I was meant to live
Surrender
Accept
And claim our role in our society
As beings of peace and beings of flowering
Hold my place on my throne
And allow the spirit to over throw
God has blessed you
God has blessed me
To love can be a blessing that comes so easily
Copyright © Jessica Olmeda | Year Posted 2008
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