Soul retrieval
I invoke the old gods
and the One from which they all came.
The One before the Name.
The All-mighty
begetting the power and majesty
of all might.
Who created
all the vegivsirs
and helms of awe,
and minds of men,
and men of minds.
Whose command, the smallest ant,
and the greatest mountain,
readily do heed.
I am nothing,
and I am way too much,
for such a phrase to say.
And yet I yearn,
for the shelter of the sacred night
and the coming of the light of day.
Show me ya, rabbi,
who I am
and who I am yet to become.
The world is birthing,
and the times we live,
second are
to none.
For the Love of the Beloved,
for all the fairy of the tales
and make believe:
Now is the time,
we have all awaited,
and it is our souls
we must
retrieve.
