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 © | Year Posted 2011

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