Depths Poem by Lucy Maund

auroras light glorifies
the intensity of creation
the holy hand that made our sky
made the heart of all creation

the tempest slowly vilifies
the presence of our moment
the dictator releases the minds of all
from endless uncreated emotion

a singular moment of spiritual time
can rest an eternities dessication
as people lost and peoples found
find truth without trepidation

follow hard upon the heels
of the greatest ever moment
for torment does not feel your power
for pain cannot see your flame
for wounds a warrior proclaims
are the price of hearts emboldened

be the soil
be the depths
of an ever changing melody
where wondrous mighty hands will craft
and make us all sing and laugh
a joyous wonder in our eyes
when finally we realize
our destiny was just to be
that is the power of mystery
the spark that made us who we are
makes us the futures next great moment