Make angels of butterflies
and diamonds of stars
and you will see that you
are already an alchemist
Turn wind-song to symphony
and rain drops to honey
and you will grasp that you
are already a magician
Make gold from the sunlight
and silver from moon
and you will know that you
are already a sage
Turn silence to reverence
and solitude to strength
and you will sense that you
are already a prophet
But
Make lessons of missteps
and laughter of regret
and you will be welcomed
to walk among the gods
Dec 12, 2020
Dec 12, 2020 at 8:45 AM UTC
Make angels of butterflies
and diamonds of stars
and you will see that you
are already an alchemist
Turn wind-song to symphony
and rain drops to honey
and you will grasp that you
are already a magician
Make gold from the sunlight
and silver from moon
and you will know that you
are already a sage
Turn silence to reverence
and solitude to strength
and you will sense that you
are already a prophet
But
Make lessons of missteps
and laughter of regret
and you will be welcomed
to walk among the gods
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