Let moon beams sail from the sky
while cotton clouds waste in the sun
white egrets slumber in the march
see the sunken shadows laying still.
All is, was and will be sets quietly
let time breath again in your chest
allow the naked truth to come freely
on the fields of your wider tomorrow.
Pray awake upon this your dawning
lay hold the flower of your delight
step lightly on the grass that waits
you shall walk this way but once.
Like the ringing of a note moves on
so life is a circled flow you will travel
life is a procession of hours you spend
let the knotted thread of death unwind.
Given from our Fathers in Ivory towers
for sacred truths, which must be lived
the breathings of man is a Godly virtue
timeless air, filling your soul with light.
Into the breast of the beast…a man
forgiveness, a sorrow learned imperfect
pushed to the utter ends, we forgive
and enter into the newness of Christ.
BB2015