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sighs and whispers
in my mortal tomb I speak with ashes upon my tongue
thoughts burn in my soul then turn to naught when I speak
with sighs and whispers I groan within myself
sweet incense are my prayers as they rise as smoke
perfuming the heavens
I seek connection on the mortal plane
I am shut out so often
I'm told I was set apart for a purpose
with wings unseen I ascend
into the sacred corridor taking note of what I see
revolving is a great wheel
an hour glass at it's center
time will never run out but it must be kept record of
for each soul there is a measurement
they are reaping knowledge
to be scribe on their being
evolving in wisdom humanity is growing
some in folly still in their infancy
piquing my curiosity is the man eyes aflame
long flowing white hair
his feet golden
his steps like thunder crashing down on me
his voice fearsome but kind
I am in the presence of our creator
he is and was before
I wonder after his nature
mother nature is cruel and beautiful
deadly but loving
I wonder if he is the same
he says he is
jealous but understanding
harsh yet forgiving
I feel as one with him in my soul
he guides me through my day
sometimes with my callous thoughts I hurt his feelings
so in tune with us he is
I sometimes don't realize until later I grieved him
it takes understanding to know him
gentle for us are his thoughts
vast are his kingdoms
he wants to be loved for who he is
it takes an opening of a mind to perceive him
we are on a great journey of discovery
planet Earth a great caravan spinning through space
our creator in love with us
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