A call to my soul's journey, a part of my higher purpose and the majesty of the connection |
"Made to See" There will ever be those who would harvest my joy, until my path on clearing ends. Yet I would remember that my wandering journey is as much about twists as it is about bends. For Creator has given these far gazing eyes to see the deep-cached beauty when, It seems my trail is tumbling skies, and my own joy I must defend. I'm sure the gift of these dexterous hands is meant to delve for good on earth, Yes ever will my fingers search out to far and distant lands. This pair of feet will travel trails to find the message hidden deep, Within the falcons in soaring skies and owls that rise when most men sleep. This reaching, questing mind of mine, is always sifting out the gold, That dwells within each living thing, and teaches us of love untold. My lips were gifted to wake the slumber, of life and light in fellow beings. To heal the wounds that drag us under, below a sky that flashes thunder I'll raise the torch, for oft it seems That my sisters and brothers continue to struggle in widening darkness and shadow dreams. And when this trial has passed on through me, fear will be gone and I will be clean. |