MY VOICE
- GODSAVEME
- Oct 31, 2024
- 1 min read
Poem : No. 14, 31st october 2024
The pendulum sways
Sacred time slips through my fingers,
And I lose myself in the void,
I know neither good nor evil,
And my voice wavers, yes, it wavers…
Once by the former, once through the latter,
But always towards Goodness, yes, always the good
My voice and I, together we sway,
We are the mills of time.
The time that ages, The time that is relentless,
That opens like shutters in the night
And is as clear as a moonlit milk
At dusk when the world knows only peace
But my voice at times, it sways again
My voice, despite all efforts, is consumed
My voice, despite all efforts, is veiled,
But oh my beautiful voice, it is Goodness, yes, always the good
My voice is the words of the Mother
Our beloved Earth, though wild
My voice is the roots of the people
Our divine universe, where only Life persists
And with life, our voices, our voices, our voices...
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