Tonight while the weather’s cold, forget your own body, beholden your soul. In thrilling moments while change draws near, smile with your last breath, cancel your fears. Author your foothold on a sheltered claim, challenge, your spirit, determine your pain.
Know in the morning you’re a better man, for owning your birthright and blessing the plan. Terrible thunder, an omen, a sign, comes now the lightning before we dine. Treasure the stories from far and near, how the Hebrews held Masada and died in their tears. How legends tell purpose emboldened by flame the shadows tell stories the lessons the same.
The chalice of forgiveness it comes not in blood, but strength of your wisdom, wealth of your love. A warrior be willing, a sovereignty you will give, to build your own kingdom, and watch people live. Your blade is still forging in mystical time, a tool of G_D’s temple, your melody to find.
I bow in your shadow of wisdom you seek, I raise you a builder, the star of the key. What I was watching, a child at strange play, a builder of esoteric temples, a sorcerer has come to craft the way. The fortunes of people you hewn from your stone, a temple to YHWH, a gathering home.
We sleep in the forest and wait the dawn, the seal of the starlight, I awake and you are gone. I dreamed we were together, I warred with strong words, like David before me I sinned against earth. Your delicate nature I found in the grove, a gathering of angels, in spirits and stones. You prayed for sweet wisdom, your face how it shown, your destiny living in one alone.
The face of your childhood while vanished stills lives. Incomparable knowledge born from this man, a branch of forever, scratched in your hand. In shadows of pine trees we sang where we lay, the rite of your magic is born in this way. – דָּנִיֵּאל 02/24/2014