The Old Wise One Of The Woods...

The long winter days are calling me to sleep

while the old wise one watches over me

he quietly whispers ancient secrets, never told

to those who could not bare to hear

for futures told must be forewarned

to those whose lessons, one desires, not repeat

I listen in the falling of the Winter nap

as night shade gently turns to black.

The moon reveals secrets with her midnight glow

full figured she offers the magic of her delight,

Hanging low over the wooded landscapes of my dreams.

She silently glides across the starry skies draped in snow.

I listen to the whispers of my inner soul

connecting, the Universal sound within my heart's landscape.

Tell me what I long to know?

That hidden darkness of my heart is yet to be revealed

I will not sacrifice my heart

to all the simple pleasures life has to offer.

I desire so much more than the richness of power, fame or gold.

These things I desire cannot be purchased for a price.

My heart and my love are exactly the same.

The passions of my soul burns bright in the night.

It's all that is left of me after fear and pain of life.

just tossed into the sacraficial Flame of freedoms call

That is all that is burning, all that is bright,

The lighthouse in the darkest foggy night.

I offer sweet words of advice

to chase away, ancestral trauma bonding

of evil, wicked daydreams that come at night.

You are an angel an angel of light.

Your words are honest, fair and right

you're truth be told no matter the fight or desire for flight

stand your ground, let it be known

you walk the path, so few can uphold,

where is your judgement you who cast your spells

can you walk in my footprints or stand within the Long shadows I cast.

My soul is as ancient as time evermore

for vengence is mine, saith the lord,

I can awaken in the renewal of refinement of my soul,

and heed the whispers of the old wise one

of the woods foretold to me in the slumbers of my night.

Do you listen to the still small voice of the ancient one

who calls to you in the whispers in the night?

Can you hear him as I do, calling my name

for the heart of God lives within my frame

not the God of the Jews, Muslims or Christian beliefs

I speak of the one that unites them all.

The univerasl sound of 'OM'

that sings a song across the cosmic plane

to the one who calls for a global bond.

A mutlicultural global community

Where man's inhumanity to men reigns no more

Where my utmost for mens highest is my call to arms

not with weapons of war, but of songs of peace

Let us heed this warning

let us heed this call

Cast not our brothers or sisters in human form

Let us glorify each other in peace, one and all.

by Christine St Croix 1/1/2023