2 Chicchan
Red Lunar Serpent
Sonnet V
Let us move our Mourning to Thanksgiving
Replacing all Despair with Second Sight
That we may count ourselves among the Living
Whose Vision sees through Darkness into 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
With joyous Hymns of Love for all our Days.
All Thanks to you, our pure and gentle Dove
Progenitor of Consciousness above.
©Kleomichele Leeds
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