One: Glory
Wounded on my knees, I pray
let the spirits guide my way
let the light shine on the path
let the true story, be told as that
let me be your equal, to vanquish the evil
that invades our holy cosmic plane
sometimes I feel I do all in vain
Enlil, show me who you are
I wear your symbol close to my heart
I believe intentions, are kept as pure
for I live with, but never in fear
fear for the lost, and for the dying
I'm not all good, but at least I'm trying
to walk as a vessel, into the night
and in your honor, I'll hone my foresight
For insight, is not always inward
mind muscle strong, but just a beginner's
always will I follow my heart
I stand tall and firm, and I shall not hinder
they once called me father nature
because their eyes could see my art of creation.
Copyright © Bj Fard | Year Posted 2011
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment