We Are Souls Born To Inherit Freedom Skies Poem by Terence George Craddock

sunset red skies at night spectacles that delight excite
sunset red skies in morn mountains for a time do adorn
both thrill happiness spills ecstasy from artistic souls
illogical overwhelming rapture bliss birth rhapsodies;
there was an essence created individual in every one of us
which awaits listens quickens in euphoria in quiet moments
our genuine hearts beat love kindness when forgiveness
tolerance respect for all life guides rules our sacred lives;

can you hear the call of your own heart?
will you cut string ties to pain lies?
truth genuine is born within us;
with the courage to cut all strings
with the courage to fly freedom wings
in celestial horizons of our own skies;


Copyright © Terence George Craddock