SACRED SONGS
The riveting, roaring, rambling, river,
It's thunder echoing through the chambers
Of organic mass;
The high priest on a cliff,
Singing Sacred songs;
His voice sailing,
Soaring through the solitude;
Tearing Asunder and piercing the soul,
To the depths of the soiled silver lining.
And the eagle flies
High above the canyon,
His cries rise
Into the skies;
Proud and loud
Into the gathering clouds;
His sacred song of freedom rings
Unto the Heavenly courts
And the rains begin to fall.
A tear tumbles down
From the eye,
Of the eagle and the priest;
Power is released
Universal power
Spiritual power
Heavenly power
A powerful deluge descends upon the Earth,
Struggling for rebirth.
Jagged lightening rips the night;
The high priest makes his flight,
Silhouetted in the light,
Flashing oh so bright;
In luminous breath
He is out of sight.
And the eagle perches on a cliff
Staring into Heaven.
Copyright October 11, 1998 Gerald Odom/Spanky Mongo