Grail Stone


Let us again see
the sacred in nature
- in our own nature.
Let the gold flood the green again,
the pink sheen the grey
and the blue vibrate the red.
There are riches because
mauve and apricot skies have edges
shining gold and silver brilliance to us.
And let us be crystal clear
to carry this promise that truth,
not fear, is the master and mistress
- in faith and growing knowledge
that it is the only hope for peace.
Then let us focus this eternal light
on to everything in our life;
so that we will burn with love
for the gentle browns of earth,
for pure embracing winds,
rain and river streams
and all the flowers
of the sea.






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