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ANGEL SCRIBE
I look for signs in earth and sky
By ancestors foretold,
Their cosmic clock is winding down
As prophecies unfold.
With silver moonlight for a lamp
And mossy rock for perch,
I cast my gaze both far and wide
Intent upon my search.
I hear the shamans of the past
Play magic flutes and drums,
Revealing mysteries at last
Of things that are to come.
Their song of life is filling me
With hope and love and light,
Their living words inspire my soul
Like torches in the night.
I pluck a feather from my wing
And stardust ink from purse,
I scribe upon a golden leaf
Their sacred song in verse.
So let us gather round about
The council of the wise,
And listen to their tales of
Mother earth and father sky.
Rays of the New Aeon
Poem by Krael
The Holy
Gift ~
Included in the anthology:
America at the Millennium
As I take my place
In our society,
I break the chain
Of the cruelty.
I go down the road
Through the straight and narrow,
I follow the path
Of His little sparrow.
I see the future
And I'll take my place,
All I will need
Is a lot of grace.
The legacy is mine
For my children's sake,
I only pray that
There will be a future to take.
The world is frightening
And we've made a mess,
Let's hope that He
In the end will bless!
In
Loving Hope ~ Included in the anthology:
Eternal Portrait Series
In the morning
And at night,
I can feel Him with me
And I know He's right.
I hear His words
And what they say,
I know that I should
Go the straight way.
It's hard at times
To be with the righteous,
The temptations are deep
But He will drive us.
So believe in fear
Our time has come,
He will look in His book
And we'll hope we've won.
Pray my brothers
For the end is near,
Repent now
And shed your tears!
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