This is my Plea . . .

this is my plea . . .





the Darkness runs rampant among us
and we still yet run from the light
oh come My Sun, My Brother
and yield to us thy Light

for eons we were lost
yet we always knew the way
the answers we seek soon come
with the bright light of thy day

yield to us thy bounty
may we partake of thy fruit
for harvest is soon coming
loose thy clinging root

for too long i have be bound
by the passing matter of world
i wish to hear thy timbrel and horn
and the sacred tones once heralded

my Soul has done it’s duty
suffered long this task
give me life or give me death
‘tis not much that i ask

the pain and suffering is endless
in this world that i perceive
may space and time enfold it’s self
and let thy womb conceive

a new vision the same as old
where all was Joy and Peace
rebuke the dark and mystery
and slay the darkness’ beast

i yield my heart i yield my hope
that soon come what is true
we’ve paid the cost in blood my friend
and i submit to you

my brother, my love, my all of things
is found in but a name
teach me the secret tone
that we may end this game

for . . .

the Darkness runs rampant among us
and we still yet run from the light
oh come My Sun, My Brother
and yield to us thy Light


this is my plea . . .





~ wsp ~

~ inner child ~






~ U N I R 1 ~


~ ipeace ~


© 2008 : William S. Peters, Sr.