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A gentile man of vivid dreams oft app to walk at night
Followed where his feet would lead under the pale moon light
When chance he did into a grove of oak and alder trees
He spied a pool of nature's own fed by an ancient spring
There upon he cast his gaze beneath the moon so bright
And saw him something oddly fey revealed with second sight
At once belief that made him he who walked where others went
Faded in the mist of myth and planted there instead
A vision of a greater truth not seen, and yet perceived
From deep within the pool of being, liberation to receive
Reflections at the water's edge revealed his truest form
A life he’s yet to realize, or a life he's lived before
For there upon this moon lit night, deep in that ancient wood
Where once there was an aging man an ageless raven stood
Twice born of myst, beneath the sky no longer bound by fear
He saw him casting off his flesh and soared into the air
He set his course by moon lit ways, a shadow taking flight
Till found he day light's brilliant rays that freed him from the night."
I set my gaze to the east each morn’
To the east to meet the sun
I chase the light of day each day
‘til a new day has begun
Awake, indomitable soul within
No conquered tears to grace this brow
But, blood and sweat; unwavering pride
My head held high, unbowed
No caste to tell me who I am
Nor, who I am to be
Fate will never hold me bound
I live because I’m free
Free to try and to succeed
Free to struggle through
To tread all failures under foot
And start each day anew
Patience is my soul mate
Perseverance, my closest kin
Tomorrow is ever before my eyes
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Dead winds blow through the
Parlor door
Silently she screams
No one to hear her
Desperate cry
She waits, hopes, and dreams
A sin it seems to
Want for more
Than stone, wood and brass
Resolved, she watches
The sun die
Through the old stained glass
Trapped in unselfish
Devotion
Both, the cage and key
Lingering in what
Might have been
Pain comes easily
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The grains of sand fall quickly through
A past that time forgets
Who we were, where we’ve been and
Where we shall go hence.
While much is learned, so much is lost
Though wisdom ever speaks
She sings her song to right the wrongs
Her children there to teach.
Why do the groves stand empty?
Where lay the rowan staff?
Who’s song will pierce the darkness?
Whose words will paint the past?
To master, ovate, and those between
To poet, musician and bard
Let not the pen rest out of hand
Nor hold back the living word.
The light of inspiration shines
On those called to receive it
Let’s raise our quill, sing our song
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My love, my portion… The song I love to sing
How blessed am I to have you by my side
The woes of life are many, and alone, I’d find me lost
But when you’re near, I have the strength to try
By word, by spirit…You’re always there for me
How blessed am I to have you by my side
Your ceaseless love and faithfulness, a crown you daily wear
And my never ending source of godly pride
I thank our Lord above for this treasure that I hold
How blessed am I to have you by my side
One day is as a thousand years and still that’s not enough
To show you all the love I feel inside
How blessed am I
~Christopher Thor Britt
