Post by Sanatani/Martin on Jul 8, 2010 1:28:07 GMT -5
9/16/04
Sing His Glories, we cannot.
Become His raindrops, feed His sheep, encircle His mirror, witness His coming. Trauma of the events foreshadowed holds a sacred thread of what you call "memory shield". For having travelled this route before in distant incarnations, we incorporate the ancient into the new. We revive the missing links that our ancestors knew and entered into. Forthcoming events ring loudly with a siren’s scream full throttle, testing all those who would put an end to the inequities of this planet.
Sing His Glories, we cannot.
Become His raindrops, feed His sheep, encircle His mirror, witness His coming. Trauma of the events foreshadowed holds a sacred thread of what you call "memory shield". For having travelled this route before in distant incarnations, we incorporate the ancient into the new. We revive the missing links that our ancestors knew and entered into. Forthcoming events ring loudly with a siren’s scream full throttle, testing all those who would put an end to the inequities of this planet.