Mystic Morning

Dec. 2010

In the mystic morning of my soul’s rebirth

I came again to my beloved earth,

A journey sanctified by aeons past,

From a world of loveliness and forms that last

Beyond the boundaries we now call death.

O what wonder dawned at my first breath,

Ignorant, unknowing and divine.

Years would pass before I saw the sign

And found Her whom I sought in joy and pain

Returning to her arms once again.

This I tell you, this I surely know

Outside of Her our spirit’s cannot go

Or lose the light divine for which we came,

Upon our lips to chant the sacred name.