Ways to Salvation

Far in the distance There is a kind of shadow. Seemingly hanging over it A darkness with a silver edge I can not see. I can see misty mountains trying to pierce My doubts and fears Cast from the Travellers from the maternal sea's bounty Swirling around my head with a thunderous song I can not hear. I can see my hands,now,trembeling in this shower. I can hear my breathren's rythmic hearts,patting roofs As they flow and then drop from my brow, But now, dreams and days become more than songs of People that bow: There once was only a chaotic messure of a swirling haze And the people saught some way of closure to the daze. Now dreams and days are merged as I do see, As mountains do deeper into the shadows of reality, I see the silver edge refracting within my continuity. A sharp silver scene approaches my Eyes But blindly my body still bleeds. Time to the saviour,blood be my asylum. What I've heard and what I've seen Have all been in dark,misty, but brotherly clouds of mystery, Alas, my heart's felt the silvery sun's rays with Rythmic truths that thunder within heaven's solidarity.

CuldeSac

What are words without understanding and what is understanding without sense?

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