TheUnleavenedWarrior

Through the woods the hermit strolled His heart was wise, though body old He walked until the break of night Then laid to rest, his payment tolled But as he lay, he saw a light A fire burning, fair and bright He walked to it, for thought of sleep But lay before him quite a sight There sat a king, with folly deep His pride plenty, and trust most cheap In the light, the hermit he did see And beckoned forth, a talk to reap Said boy to man “Come, look at me I’m ruler of the ancient tree Of brightest sky and ocean clear Of mountains high and deepest sea” Said man to boy “Now listen here Heed my words and hold them dear

There once lived a man in Dundee Who thought he'd been stung by a bee And with a great shout He pulled his hand out Of the hive where he looked for honey

The Light by all was once known from ancient tree to riverstone From city great and village plain that was, until the Darkness came No mountain high, nor lowest place could resist its sweet embrace The women wailed, the men did weep The wolves ran into forest deep The children sobbed into their beds That was, until the Darkness said; ¨Dear sweet children, why do you fright? Can you love only the Light? I am nothing for you to fear Please sweet children, shed no tears¨ The children rose, still afraid Yet in one bed a child still laid ¨Oh Dark Spirit, of great might why did you take away the Light?¨ ¨His power faltered,

When we come to the end round the final bend Will I hear those angels sweet? Is it God that I’m to meet? Nay, is darkness all our fates? Is death something to hate? God. I hear those preachers preach but wonder if they teach the truth or just more lies Does God hear the people’s cries? Should we love the old and youth? Should we be seekers of the truth? If he’s a high and mighty being, does he see those not worth seeing? Is he fair and is he just? Is he one that we can trust? Does he hear our cries at night? Will he lead us to the light? If he’s loving and all knowing can he feel the sadness growing? Can he feel sorrow

In darkest night, and lowest day In dawning light, and breaking ray Love calls softly, from the fray To turn to white what once was grey When hearts lay heavy with despair She leads them with her gentle care She mends the wound, fixes the tear And in time will all pain repair Her sisters Joy and Truth and Peace From Western to’ers to cities East They soothe the wild savage beast And give to souls of men Their Feast Together side by side they roam From castle great to sylvan home In light of sun, and church’s dome The write Life into Time’s Great Tome Joy sows the brilliant seeds of Light She keeps the Fire burning bright