Guardians of Light protect us from darkness, from not seeing, from not hearing, from building walls to not know
Protect us from paralysis and fear, from judgements against self, and others that grow like tangled weeds and knots upon our broken heartedness
Show us instead signs that lead way keys that unlock, and doors that open quietly right through our scars and cracks
Show uspathways to freedom
turbulent though they may be
that one day we’ll arrive, joyous, inside grand and inner sanctum
so large, no heart can contain it
And then we willfall upon bended knee to kiss the sweet soil that births the sacred, the true, and the immortal
Thank you for this beautiful dream, oh GOD The morning birds Singing, they greet me The life of flower, fruit, mountain and bee Leaves of purple, gold or pine And with artist’s brush Some powdered white In confectioners sugared branches
The rivers that run wild Their torrents of grace Laugh like following, canine companions And in a niche
There’s an entire grove Filled with sweet oranges We can eat all we want Know the divine That draws not a dragon’s breath
The spotless lady knows the way But there for those that fear her With angry thoughts They do not want to know The Father’s plan Which is something good To teach small children When they startle awake Arising from where they fell
On bruised and bent knees
Oh world meant to serve To remind us of Eden And remember life’s Maker Until then our marvelous mystery The day we return to You Finally opening our eyes We will also remember All suffering and sadness Undone The day we return to Eden
“Those of us who remain hidden from everyone else, however, know that this world is wondrous and filled with mysteries. We possess no magical perception, no psychic insight. I believe our recognition of reality’s complex dimensions is a consequence of our solitude…
– Dean Koontz
To live in the city of crowds and traffic and constant noise, to be always striving, to be in a ceaseless competition for money and status and power, perhaps distracted the mind until it could no longer see – and forgot – the all that is. Or maybe, because of the pace and pressure of that life, sanity depended on binding oneself to the manifold miracles, astonishments, wonders, and enigmas that comprised the true world.”
