27th January, 2015

The sun has set on sacred land
a hush falling on beast and man,
The whispers from another place
now fill my ears with gentle grace.
‘Despair ye not my lovely one,
Let not doubt bring the work undone.
Spread your wings and fly again
through darkest night and cleansing rain.
Lift up your face and breathe the air;
No toxic waste survives up there.
To see beneath their petty lies,
And find the truth they can’t disguise
The Hidden tomes will be unbound
And ancient lore again be found
Mother Earth will rise again;
We’ll join with Her in sweet refrain
This Golden Age of Peace will bring
The final evolutionary spin
The wheel will turn as it must
Bringing back our love and trust ‘
(c) S. A. B.
27th January, 2015