cradle

Raven's cradle

Don't be afraid my little raven, do your best;
It's just the wind and thunder that shake our nest.

They scare the weak, you must be strong,
Remember, the disaster will last for long.

Do not be frightened by the western star,
That illuminates my sacred scars.
They are just the shadows of the past,
That tease the disaster's lust.

By the western wind the twigs are torn
My feathering seems to be by disaster shorn.

My time will come, you'll be alone,
But see, if you are strong,
You will not hear the thunderstorm,
Nor the wind blow its horn.

My child, You shall see them course,
You shall hear them whisper the name of yours.

Don't be afraid my little raven, do your best;
It's just the wind and thunder that shake our nest.

When Ghosts Dream

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Poetry

And when the dead lie down to sleep
in the cradle of the worm,
their gleaming dreaming souls the angels will keep
in the arms the cool breeze
of the unseen ever-after.

"Cradle"

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My Work

Time and its essence was birthed by your wisdom.
the stars, they are numbered,
as they play at Your Feet.
Your Holy Presence gives light to the sun,
night becomes day, only to repeat.
You bathe my life in the sweet glow of Mercy,
no human hands could incite such a touch.
So, I will close my eyes, and like the stars that rest above me,
Sleep in the rapture of this cradle I call Love…

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Can you rest?