There are days and years when we are all Fools
Believing in ourselves more than the Universe
The fool hath said in this heart, There is no God.
He seeks profit not for God’s work
But takes from the system that enslave the weak
The Lord of Love at times seems to abandon
The Kingdoms of Men, knowing the outcome
Before the appointed time of Divine judgement
There are days and years when I forgot
To take refuge in Nature’s quantum counsel
To connect to the cosmos like invisible thought
From the heart where resides our own perfect Light
But though the Lord is our refuge, we are fated
To witness abominations, and walk a long weary road
Before any warm breath of Salvation
The Chosen people are those who endure
With a quiet tenderness, in spite of all suffering
For to be righteous is not to be seen by Men
But to follow God in our hearts, and give more
Than we receive, to this existence granted unto us.
….ah! we are members of the same sacred packe my little brother…and the wolfe & the lamb shall lie down together! ik zei je snel weer! ~~~~^^*^^~~~~
yes! I’d like to be in that tribe of silver wolves.
…lone wolfe…greye wolfe…white wolfe…dafree whitewolfe…i migrated into the far north many moons ago…but we name you silver wolfe…~~~~^^*^^~~~~
how far north are you wolf?
…i would not deprive you of your polgrimage…come follow me further up & further in…^^~~~~
So very true and lovely!
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Insight!