Constant Cycle

CONSTANT CYCLE Through the window my soul has gone into that light and glory of new born day. Indeed again I have ascended death. To what duty is owed within myself as some payment for this life. Through darkness searching that I might find they who suffer. For I am a shield opposed to hatred, least those that are filled with ill will cease to be thought after; ever their burden angels have placed within my reach. My third eye is connected to God seeing him even beyond the far reaching stars as though it were; I am beyond thine own flesh. From yonder ages heaven has sent me here to ferry bewildered hearts. Gaze not upon your day fearful as you strive to climb the summit, none affliction but your own doubt shatters a dream. Be the river playing sweet songs; be a flowing purpose of goodness. Ferrante Grantham Material protected by copyright. -A558-4301-9586-DE46C4F202D4