While dragged in the warping banshee gales
the sun obscured by hails of disingenuous sleets
honest promises arduously earned are made infertile
and tended green fields are rendered quagmire of malice
questions with versed answers traduced to answers unknown
at such a time in days unseen a man walks in bewildering  storm
when as he passes a child less in age than four who looks up at him
and in ways of world unknown offers kindest charming smile ever
and in awe he remembers this has happened so many times before
in those precious seconds the lifting breeze of heaven chimed amen
and messages unseen and unheard is delivered by forces in Light
an exalted song sings in the soul heralding thou is unforgotten
on so many occasions whilst in nearness to man's best friend
the mutt will paddle up and tenderly intone a pat a touch
a nuzzle without sniffing as if saying you are a friend
its held we humans all have vibes and auras unseen
yet as clear and plain to those without life's sins
who sees the purity and cleanliness of souls
for its what that contains within the frame
that tells the tales of truth of who we are
In darkest days and troubled storms
in tempest fierce burning earth
molten lava of grievous hate
I have been made to see
and know who I am
I know who I am
of this I am
certain...