The start of a great wisdom begins with a trikle. |
There is a distant cry
Thunder echoing through the veiled sky...
Stood in silence
Bridegroom of essence...
The clouds are gathering
Drums of war humming...
I see Shinar rise to power
Bringing the likes of Shinab over...
I loved you with my first gaze
Loved you with my first embrace...
Am still here waiting..
My heart is yearning...
It's a beautiful dawn
waking up with a yawn...
Let Peace be still on thee, O Plateau.
Great are your pinions and so the little foxes...
Thought i got your butterfly colors on my hand
Never knew you'd be lost like script in the sand...
I heard the ripples drawn
Eclipse of wondrous peace...
I just wonder for wonders sake, how we ever got to this place? |
Grace comes not to those deserving, but to those who seek it and find it on time enough, to make the most of it. |
Our affluence will be very meaningless, when it is void of conscience of the appaling needs all around us. |