You are the power of life
The reward of my strife
My child’s face in the morning
The truth for which I am longing
On my private sidewalk
Lying on my bed of shattered dreams
You are my only savior
From this treacherous arctic scene
Your light shines upon me
When I look down upon my womb
This new seed within me
To which you give life and pardon from doom
July 19,2005
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If you only knew the deep escoteric meaning and prophetic validity of you words. Even Daniel didn't understand the depth of the prose that poured from him. Beautiful.