The Holy, The Saints, & The Souls

This spell is written to praise the light
To draw three and raise them from the night.
To bind our arms each in the shield
To find in us all wounds have healed.

With words I set these columns afire
To grant me energy and fuel desire
To burn the ropes that hung us high
To greet the winter with a long autumn sigh

Shifting logic makes the reasons burn, as
Sifting through the tragic takes seasons to learn
All of the elements with brothers and sisters share. And
we do not worship the Prince of the Power of the Air

To the moon we look with an elegant stare,
Gazing after the flag they left up there.
Stars and stripes among the stars swaying in low gravity.
I craft this spell for the three and three.

For the Holy and the Sacred stones never spent
Heads bowed in prayer and reverent,
The gods move slow and move away
Making way for man and his day.

For the Saints who waged war for truth
Who fought the lies and found no proof,
Martyrs, they were murdered in fires now cold,
With eyes full of tears and spirits low.

For the Souls and for the saving grace.
Like fires that keep us warm in the place.
Sail with care from the shore, steer from the shoals,
Visit the wondrous land full of rabbits and holes.

For the Prince, the Child of Colorado
Where mountains high and winds blow cold.
Mistakes are made and prices paid
Yet in the end a firm foundation is laid.

For Queens robed in beauty, crowned in mist
Soft lips and bright eyes, I cannot resist.
Mystery and love, hands to hold near;
Like light from above when I am not here.

For the King, the good, and the misunderstood
Feet on the path, through the distant wood.
Blue eyes that long to see the rain
Shoulders his burden, smiling through the pain.

In six cases the treasures slept
Instincts lay quiet and their power kept
Now with magic in open release
I labor in love and hope and peace.
By the power of three and three more
So mote it be for evermore.

10.29.2001