the White Stone - Page 56



the White Stone
page 56
Where is the broken drum that sounds no more?
let it call to the Lord!
Where are the strings that sang so sweet
in the conception of yourself ?
let us hear them once again!
where is the passion for life that once burned so bright?
in the dark pit the heart has been broken
the demons dance in blood and vileness
the fog has passed before our eyes
but listen... a brick has fallen from the roof of the world
and the light of God shines in
Experience!
All before the mast the ship burns across the racing sea
Energy!
the snake skin falls away
peace and the vector of compassion .
Unequivocal!
Jesus!

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