Divine Reuiniting - poem

Darkness fades to black, pulse quickens, light attacks. A burst of starlight, dust to sun, reuniting everyone. A spring is sprung, an oasis awaits, crystalline waters and hands of fate. As gossamer filament in twilight spun, with love and light, we are the one. As desert blooms to paradise from rain, that which has been broken is now whole again. The shattered whispers from broken throat, the deeply entrenched castle moat, onward our boats of reeds afloat -- the starts our destiny and cosmic way -- love has returned with light today. Do not rest, and do not wait, for child of light -- today is your fate. 

 

We re-write our stolen lives in love, with gifts divine -- descended from above. We can trasmute, we overcome, we fought our battles, the light has won. Words hold no power over our lives, and at last the pure light thrives. Cast a stone, cross still pond, you're never alone and w'ere ever so fond. Awaken now, and join us friend, for when we move onward -- we meet delight without end.

 

As I walk along the river, feet over each rounded stone. I step past drift wood, weathered by its battles. Across the trickling stream and through the winding wood. Past spiders and chipmunks and birds over head. The gates are open, wooden, sure. The dragon tale draped in ever present vigilance. We wind through the dance of the flames and raise our vibration towards home once again. The cold holds no bear, the dark has no power, for right now arises the LIGHT of the hour. And as it rises, a stalwart tower, we stand in its defense - multiplied in our power. The act of standing, the loan of our support, wins us every trial - as a victory in sport. We link arms with our allies, and stand side by side. Shoulder to shoulder we advance, over much we have cried. And though we have endured, many trials and much strife, we regret nought at all for the light rules our life. And now at last we see, the vision for which we were born, and in this vision at last we are finally untorn. The pain is over and the trials have been born. No reason left at all, for which we should mourn. And as the sun rises, over the horizon line, we realize at last that all will again be fine. With tears of joy we're bathed and awash in splendid light. Oh what a great thing indeed -- for us to endure the fight. With thanks to source and hands on heart we sing a joyful cry. As our hearts open and our eyes look to the sky. Namaste dear ones, for all will ascend. Welcome to Earth my home, each and every friend. <3