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 sweet and holy Hymns for all our
Days.
All Thanks to you, our pure and gentle
Dove
Progenitor of Consciousness and Love.
©Kleomichele Leeds
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