The doors of Heaven opened.
The future beacons With bountiful grace Of showered gifts And sheltered embrace. Your dependence removed You now stand alone, The Master of fate, Your soul has always known. You'll see all the sights Adventures threatening soon You'll be a glittering star Far far beyond the moon Your spirits are rising You fate calling you Your name harks heralds, Trumpeted. In the lottery of life You drew aces from the start Life's handed you the frame Your past life of pure art. And when the light of heaven Dawned and touched your soul And the memory of its' history Back right to start of time Swept you through the fleeting universe To the gift that you now find Searching for the answer, But a total different kind. Written April 20th, 2002 © on Apr 20 2002 07:46 AM PST 0 • 12
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