I come before You humbly
As the candle flickers low
With all my imperfections
In this land of frozen snow.
Insanity arising
As we play the ageless war –
I come before You humbly
As the ancients did before.
You Whose heart is endless,
You of stained glass crystal mind
Who pens the perfect novel
Of a time outside of time,
Look kindly on the innocent
The plants and birds who sing,
The child and the warrior
The servant and the king –
The victim, the perverted
The lost and, yes, the found
The unicorns, the fairies
And the life deep underground –
The souls who have been fractured
By the cruelest acts we know,
The ones who’ve not been born yet
And can’t give a “yes” or “no”.
Thank you for the strengths we win
From struggle and from strife,
And for the ink and pages
Without which we’d not know life –
Thank you for the silence
And the music of the spheres,
And for the angel-in-disguise
You sent to guide us here.
I come before You humbly
As the candle flickers low –
Trembling at the vastness
Of Infinity unknown.
Phoenixes arising
As we dance to Ariel’s Roar,
And now I tend the fire
As the ancients did before.
Poetry Copyright © 2019 – 2023 by Ena Whiteraven All Rights Reserved.
Inspired by: Lily Aurore Therese Todd
Written for and dedicated to: Alura Cein and Truthian Circle
Photography: artist unknown