For the searcher

by the child
 
listen to the bells, the music living brings forth

feel the swelling color
in your chest and open your
eyes

live in voice of the wind where you where born child of the stars


do not be afraid to rise above the swell of the waves

fly on the
eagles wings close to the heavens where your father dwells

sing in the canyon
of this human race and let your voice echo of their bare souls

then gently
daughter of the wind tell your story of wind and wave rising in the old magic


tell of the golden sun rise that never fades

of the love as gentle as the
beams of life giving sun that courses through your veins as music and color

let
them wader no more looking for purpose let them see light

death has no
power over them any longer i call them forth from darkness

i call them forth to
truth let the scales fall from there eyes

reclaim their purity the filth of
this world shall no longer avail their flesh

may the dark one lie to them no
more let the father raise them to be in his arms

let the children live
inside and not fall victim to the enemies traps

a new life awaits raised
up in love and joy

let the bride step forth and be a widow shrouded
in black no more

let them sing their voices raised up in worship in a
perfect song echoing in their father ears.
searchers
 


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