The prayer of fire
Takes away the sound of the voice
And the sun itself becomes
Of the Sons true light.
The motion of her prayers
Moves the treetops through the wind
Like fire in a grey sky – a prayer on the wind
We are captured by words and wonders
And we don’t know what the next day may bring
But I do know you are holding it firm.
I see winter creeping through the trees
I don’t hear your voice as frequently
The sparkle in your eye has started to grow to dim
The fullness of your voice has grown thin.
There is a sound coming from our
A sound of magnificent souls
We are walking out of the mirror of our lives
Into the meaning of the artist divine.