We are the first talk.
At the dawn of All Creation -
one song of glory!
A prayer to God
unbroken since time began
in the Silence heard.
A song of greatness,
devoted hymns of gladness
amidst the darkness...
A song of praises,
bursting forth in wondrous rhyme -
the timeless in time!
Everywhere rising!
All creation is talking
without words to God.
A song of wonder
preserved through faded Eden
unbroken by War.
We are the first talk.
At the dawn of Salvation -
one song of glory!
May you hear
the first talk.
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Will of the Wanderer
With every life, there is a longing
and within each heart, it is felt,
because there is within each soul,
an absence, mysterious and sublime -
like a truth, cloaked in questions,
like a desire within a desire.
In an unfamiliar, uncaring earth,
amidst the wilderness of this world,
it draws us near to familiar things.
Under unknowing, unfeeling skies,
among empty shells of broken dreams,
it knowingly leads us along safe paths.
With every dawning, it recalls us;
for our labors, it rewards us;
when we are at rest, it reminds us;
during mealtimes, it welcomes us;
when we are at play, it guards us;
with every prayer, it blesses us;
with every good, it leads us;
when we repent, it teaches us;
when we forgive, it forgives us;
when we grieve, it consoles us;
when we rejoice, it hears us;
when we sleep, it renews us;
when we fail, it tempers us;
when we forget, it remembers us;
when we succeed, it preserves us;
when we seek, it find us;
at every trial, it fortifies us;
from all evil, it delivers us;
at all times, it keeps us;
throughout our days, it sustains us;
and in eternity, it recognizes us -
for by our names, it knows us.
It is that which stirs from within,
that which calls us to remembrance
that which in stillness is stillness sought
that which loves our needful mankind
that which completes, makes whole
that which deeply yearns -
for the absent heart of humanity.
Bereft of answers, lacking in truth
forlorn of strength, exiles to destiny -
where there is a seeking for solace:
It remind us of our life's purpose;
an awakening that patiently waits
in the abode of the true self -
like the quiet to calm the storm.
It is the peace at every journey's end,
the Heart at the heart of all creation,
calling the wandering will back home.
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and within each heart, it is felt,
because there is within each soul,
an absence, mysterious and sublime -
like a truth, cloaked in questions,
like a desire within a desire.
In an unfamiliar, uncaring earth,
amidst the wilderness of this world,
it draws us near to familiar things.
Under unknowing, unfeeling skies,
among empty shells of broken dreams,
it knowingly leads us along safe paths.
With every dawning, it recalls us;
for our labors, it rewards us;
when we are at rest, it reminds us;
during mealtimes, it welcomes us;
when we are at play, it guards us;
with every prayer, it blesses us;
with every good, it leads us;
when we repent, it teaches us;
when we forgive, it forgives us;
when we grieve, it consoles us;
when we rejoice, it hears us;
when we sleep, it renews us;
when we fail, it tempers us;
when we forget, it remembers us;
when we succeed, it preserves us;
when we seek, it find us;
at every trial, it fortifies us;
from all evil, it delivers us;
at all times, it keeps us;
throughout our days, it sustains us;
and in eternity, it recognizes us -
for by our names, it knows us.
It is that which stirs from within,
that which calls us to remembrance
that which in stillness is stillness sought
that which loves our needful mankind
that which completes, makes whole
that which deeply yearns -
for the absent heart of humanity.
Bereft of answers, lacking in truth
forlorn of strength, exiles to destiny -
where there is a seeking for solace:
It remind us of our life's purpose;
an awakening that patiently waits
in the abode of the true self -
like the quiet to calm the storm.
It is the peace at every journey's end,
the Heart at the heart of all creation,
calling the wandering will back home.
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