the voices...

 

i hear the voices in my head
never listening to what they’ve said

for while they ring of truth and right
they leave me cold in the night

to be held close in love and light
is all I want with all my might

that part of me that seeks to reason
i leave to ponder in life's seasons

i choose instead my heart’s own sounds

as with their warmth they me surround

and so my heart rules ‘oer my head
i’ll live by love when all is said

 

i'll live by love

.

.

.

the holy trine...

they come

they come
their hearts upon the drum
they come from another place
another time

 

from the dark recesses

of our mind
 

and soar on wings unseen
the tribal elders to convene
 

they speak in
voices still 

unknown
to the lion upon the throne
and from their kingdom come
the will of them be done
by the gods’ design
of the holy trine
 

the human to extol
and have our souls made whole
so we must now our sins atone
and in the end we’ll be shown
the way to die without death
and breathe again another breath

they come
their hearts upon the drum

they come

our
will
be
done

they

come