3.5.2024
Who is this who comes into my home Bearing gifts of plenitude and grace? Bidding my spirit sweetly now to come; Is He the one descended from a place Familiar to me many births ago Father, mother, known to me as kin Seen again through evolution's slow Advance to purify the being within. That this being known to me as ‘I' May realise that all this world is one And every soul is an eternity From ancient ages, the essential work begun, To welcome souls to come in from the cold, Ever young and never shall grow old.
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