your story of the, without a picture, the art of word
please let be known your truth
from love, to light to spirit to matter to life
the sky of clouds, and stars above... of creativity
far above, upon a foundation of love and truth
born, the child drifts below as a feather from the sky
the ocean of motion, and fire below... of destruction
deep below, upon a foundation of fear and hate
let with faith, into a mothers gentle arms of love
the child floats, sparkling atop the ocean, eyes closed and rested
blind and unaware, the child is taken by the world
the child, with an open and tender heart in danger of entangling tight
with each breath of this world, the child sinks deeper
the lord, with a timeless symphony of love and truth, sounds an infinite echoe
with a tender heart, the child may hear and understand
the childs eyes spark wide open, breaking free with a great burst
suffocating, the child gains focus and gasps for the surface
the child, poised with a hand stretched high above head for life
the lord, awaiting above, has too a stretched hand towards the child
as a fisherman catches a fish, the lord catches the child
with thoughts of gravity, the child is swept back under
the lord, holds with loving hands, that shelt never let go
with love and support, the child splashes atop the ocean
the child, with understanding, reaches thie neighbour
awakening, together they form, as a chain of love
no matter of distance, with all might, they delve deep below
from last to first, each are gathered and restored
with the weight of fear, horror, distraught and anger
the child, bares a heavy struggle through the spectrum of time
at lasts arrival, each are lifted upon the childs shoulder
breaking the ocean, each sparkle with life, love and appreciation
with a leaven of dead mens bones, gold and other evil
from the false illusion of the world under
to the true reality of infinite love above
last is the child, with naught to stand on, is bound with wisdom
who forgets gravity and understands truth, the child floats upwards
of free will, fulfilling faith, the child touches good, as is the lord
thankyou.
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