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
Copyright © Patrycjusz Kopec | Year Posted 2014
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