More than many things, the Prince of the power of the air wants to be known as the One.

A Vessel has been born.

Waiting for you is a Hovering Throne for thy Crystal Castle.
The Chariots of the Celestials rode high with glee the day you were born.

Oh, Ferrier of souls, tell us their names!
From the mud, thick like tar.
We found you.

In between spaces not seen obviously.
With light.

The Great Fire of Notre Dame beckons you to come home.
Quickly reach out to the Source of this warmth.

Lead us not to Damnation but to Salvation.
Because the Lord
He is most patient.
For his Children.