Comments about Michael Wilbanks
The Warden Of The Light
We could hear the Song of Sunrise, in a time long ago,
I was one among the many whose eyes were lit aglow.
We were the children of the morning, the children of man,
And were eager to experience where all their rivers ran.
I was free, in and of the world, and that love was all I knew,
Ignorant of everything when I was taken by the few.
They came to me in mist and confounded me in their way,
They described to me their world, and taught me how to pray.