2 Chicchan
Red Lunar Serpent
Let us move our mourning to
Thanksgiving
Giving up despair for Second Sight
That we may count ourselves among the
Living
Vision defeating blindness to the Light
Between us many obstacles arise
To block our path of Faith around the
Earth
But when at last we see with Spirit’s
Eyes
The poison snake of sadness dies at
Birth
Our Gratitude and Faith forever sound
In ringing psalms of Memory and
Praise
Beyond the walls of sorrow we are
found
While hymns of heav’nly Joy fill all
our days.
All Thanks to you, our pure and gentle
Dove
Progenitor of Faith and endless Love.
©Kleomichele Leeds
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