|Wings From the Purified Heart
I formed for myself a chrysalisWhich every day I entered in,
But just for a while with there the intent
Of using then leaving Original Sin.
The forming of wings for my hoped-for-flight,
But I who had grown so tired of earth crawling
Who there in the dark was striving for light,
Wing-forming comes only from a purified heart.
Escape from its obsession
With the Good Friday Body of Christ
To the One of His Resurrection,
It wouldn’t be sending now into space
The cleverest technology of every kind,
It could be sending out light like a sun
From its resurrection mind.
Leading while serving humanity.
|What’s Found in Soul-Gold
To the Great Gold Miner in the sky,
Who washes all souls in the Water of Life
Hoping flecks of soul-gold to descry.
Of the dark mountains of souls He ever must wash.
Gives Him immeasurable pleasure,
For it means that His Son on Earth was found,
The Son now united with these souls forever.
There’s a New One beginning in these flecks of soul-gold.
Going Home with My Compassionate Father
Which I’ve consciously undertaken,
And for a while the light’s grown very dim
And both my faith and knowledge are shaken,
Who once had great heavenly wealth,
Who squandered it all and later in a pigstye
He came at last to an awakened self.
Not even heaven could give to him,
And to gain it he had to be pushed out of the Garden
And lead many hard lives in Original Sin.
With compassion as He did for the Prodigal Son.