All Healers called; all Sing; Respond
To Earth’s and Heaven’s forceful loss
To reconnect those severed links
From firmament to planet’s core;
From soul to body; men to hearts
That beat with vague uncertainty.
For in this Song are sparkling bands
Of light and color, Hope and Troth
That bring all manner of souls and hearts
Who seek to reinstill our Memory.
So sing with me! Sing of the God
Who dwells within our heart of hearts
Sing of the Son, the touch of Spirit
Sing of the lights, of Prophets come
And those yet to become incarnate.
Sing of our Memory, the time instilled
That has no clock, no temporal note
Which bears the faintest fingerprints
From the hands of God on our deepest Soul
Gently molding, as once we grew
From the tones of all Creation:
Whole once more, fully woven
In this season of Song and Renewal.
Stephen Bolles
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12/02