A beautiful poem of the day yet night
Grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change and the courage to know the difference
As I sit
In this chair worshipping a God
I think I’m wrong
Maybe I’m just knocking heavens door
Pearly gates
I bless all
I take you all in
Sanctified
And rectified
For my blessings are pure
And to doubt is unsure
Oneself needs remain
For present the one who stays
And does betray the holy name
I gave my child
Born from dust
One like you
One like me
One of both
That chershes truth
I love all
Yet some fall short
Of grace contort
I find myself lacking it all
Befallen
To dance this dance alone
Why lord
Pray my sins to the son who bled
The Buddha who payed for thy tred
For the gods I pray
We must stay
Fight
Dance tonight
About the Creator
Phoenix Rose
to be or not to be, is a question indeed. To thyself be true. And, like the water cuts through a ridge. A tundra of snow like emotions.
We dance along the ocean.
Forgetting not who or what we are
Grant me the serenity of peace
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