Have you seen enough?

All the World returns to the Poetry it never left.     -Al

Art, Science, Mind, Poetry, Music- but I cannot grasp it, I cannot eat it. Oh yes my Love, for it is All what I do for a living, it is the very sustenance of life, it is the Bread of life. The Liver is a great occupation.

   

    You and I have fought many battles together. We have been the Victor and the Conquered, the Flag Bearer and the King. We have blown our Trumpets as We charged with no fear knowing we travel but in dreams. How real they seem to be. I invite you my Mighty Warrior to join me in our return from the Journey without distance to the place we never left. We have tasted the fruit of the Earth, now let us drink the Wine of the Spirit. We danced under the stars and laughed and twirled, let’s continue on now. They all are waiting to celebrate our victorious return from nowhere to Home. 

     There now is a fork in the road, a decision to be made. If we go straight as we did before, we will come here again. No, we must go left or right. One can go away from home but surely he will not reach it. Have you seen enough?

I hear your voice on the wind

And I hear you call out my name

“Listen, my child,” you say to me

“I am the voice of your history

Be not afraid, come follow me

Answer my call, and I’ll set you free”

I am the voice in the wind and the pouring rain

I am the voice of your hunger and pain

I am the voice that always is calling you

I am the voice, I will remain

I am the voice in the fields when the summer’s gone

The dance of the leaves when the autumn winds blow

Ne’er do I sleep thoughout all the cold winter long

I am the force that in springtime will grow

I am the voice of the past that will always be

Filled with my sorrow and blood in my fields

I am the voice of the future, bring me your peace

Bring me your peace, and my wounds, they will heal

I am the voice in the wind and the pouring rain

I am the voice of your hunger and pain

I am the voice that always is calling you

I am the voice

I am the voice of the past that will always be

I am the voice of your hunger and pain

I am the voice of the future

I am the voice, I am the voice

I am the voice, I am the voice

– Celtic Woman

I Am calling you out of the world. It is death by astonishment.

  

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