when the soul is dead or sleeping...
Someone, something call to my hollow places
Awake the child of faith that slumbers silently
Cause me to move and more arise to see you
Stir what latent water dwells darkly still
Softly, gently you are near, a large being looms
Oh Wisper of Ages, Breath of Heaven, and Voice Deep
Shake your son from sleeping here, rise up and
Spring forth faith from times and days ago
Know suddenly your Maker, remember creation's Mother
Transcendance to untie my trouble with it's haunting grace



- posted by Jacob B. @ 3:45 PM