You are His servant

Hear me young one,

Feel inside yourself and forget all others;

Those who won’t listen to your passion.

Varied amounts of love and conscience

Grapple at your heart;

Do they not?

With shards of weakness,

Yet strength floods the bitter point of your maze,

Your life.

Who has this control?

This toile in which life’s transparencies are vague

Coincidences.

Once in a purple, indigo, and crimson moon

Will you ever see one as old as the Wise One.

Who is this discreet teacher of the night,

The dawn, within the sunlight?

He is the teacher of growth,

He warns our fate,

And in that teaches the balance of life,

He is capable of tremendous life changes,

Yet you must become one with Him.

Let him Watch over you,

Teach and guide you,

Embrace and love you,

Let your thirst be quenched,

For He is the River,

And your are the thirsty beggar,

The servant.