Ancient Beauty

Ancient Beauty walked,

below your olive laden branches,

while He remained a prisoner,

a captive,

of fearful,

hating poisoned souls.

 

Ancient Beauty strolled,

underneath your protective olive leaves,

while humanity,

remains secured,

in the promise,

at the sacred threshold,

of maturity.

 

Ancient Beauty stood,

below your spreading bows,

solid as a mountain,

firm as tempered steel,

proclaiming to us all,

hold onto unity.

 

Ancient Beauty prayed,

below your dancing forms,

raising up,

the renewed call,

all of humanity,

drink deep,

from the camphor fountain.

 

Ancient Beauty,

the Beloved Youth,

raises up the Sovereign cup,

of mercy and love,

awaiting,

each and everyone,

to enter under,

your spreading limbs.

 

I am away for two weeks...may not be able to have too much contact over this time...so to all my dear friends take care, dream sweetly and pray strong for all our safe keeping...

 

Done