That Which Is Sacred
Long have i desired
to leave my footprint in the sand,
an imprint that's eternal,
yes, in essence leave my brand.
It was a dream i cherished,
born in early youth,
to share that which is sacred...
my thoughts, my heart, my truth.
One day, that dream was murdered
by some brutal, brandied words
that chased away my dreams
as if they were but startled birds.
Where those birds once nested,
echoed, now, a sad refrain
for I thought those birds slaughtered,
to never visit me, again.
It seemed a long eternity
that sorrow burned within.
I had not the slightest inkling
the breadth or girth of my young sin.
Then one day a miracle
unexpectedly appeared...
on the threshold of my heart
a tiny sparrow reappeared.
My voice returned with relish
as the sparrows built their nest
and with them came the power
to pursue my sacred quest.
Long have i desired
to leave my footprint in the sand,
an imprint that's eternal,
Yes, in essence leave my brand.
It is a dream come true, now,
born in days of early youth,
for I now share the sacred...
my thoughts, my heart, my truth.
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