With whom cannot I waste the day alone,
Among these birds and beasts of whom I rule
A grander home, I sooner left, be known.
But here, not there, my soul desires to live.
As human thoughts of past are stored in vaults,
To hide what one has done, a gift to give.
For not alone, we wander thru this plane.
Joined in strength together with friend and mate,
We form a journey's union and not in vain.
Angels rejoice as spirit forms a bond.
Michael, Uriel, Jibrael, all go forth,
Their watch is kept, times seven and beyond.
We're born into a world, not of our own.
To seek and toil and wonder why we're here.
But fear and doubt are seeds, rebellion-sown.
For spirit knows it knows, there are no no's!
Designed to lead us thru the foulest air,
Then gird us strong with faith that grows and grows.
Richard Lynn Livesay 2009
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
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