The echoes of my soul sprung forth in a twilight's tender dream.
My flesh, a mist drifting higher upon the rungs of Jacob's Ladder.
Drawn, compelled to catch a glimpse of the bold power in our heavens.
My fingertips extend to touch the hem of a universal strength.
My soul seeks to seize the essence of grace,
recapture newborn hope.
Return to earth, renewed, assured that despite wars, hunger and
thirst, the suffering are heard.
It was the wheat of earth that first began to sing.
Upon the breeze, the gleaming hum of each seed harmonizing and blending.
The winds of earth orchestrating a tender melody.
Bass sounds of the tree's in the forest, the tide's swept upon the beach.
Tears filled my eyes with pulsing sounds of earth's beauty.
A waterfall's release, each strand of the water gently healing me.
Vast stars revealing the power of our energies, the lack of lifeless presence
without us to feed the soil fertility and bring forth birth to fill their silent worlds.
I awoke renewed, refreshed, assured, my pockets filled with grace.
No longer believing the deafening silence as I have heard our sonnets sung.
I beckon you to hear the beauty and blended power in each struggle that we face.
A bold confession of universal strength fragiley uniting us together.
Sung boldly,
echoed across our world.
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