Liberation
Beauty behold the coming day of burning cedar and healing sage
The morning dawn shall rise
And the night shall bid adieu
Soft stars fade to orange
Light pink and azure blue
I call the great spirit above
And fall to my knees
And raise my hands in unity
For each spirit to receive
For beauty does not lie alone
It gathers willing souls
And spins them in a quilt of love
where the bell of freedom tolls
Copyright © Rick Parise | Year Posted 2017
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