Tuesday, 24 March 2009

Sheltering Wings

The lonely, rippling tides,
Creating wake through one's integrity.
Arose the lonely demon from which resides,
In his unaccompanied, blackened soul.

He glides over the earthen terrain as if he were aloft,
In the meadows admist the eternal blue skies.
But by embedding oneself under the sheltering wings of the Protector,
One will be safe.
All will be safe.

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