Arise, My Child
Don Bradley September 8th 2006
Arise, o' sleeping child,
from your slumber.
For you are being deceived
by an infinite number.
They that surround you do so with hate,
and measure the world by its very weight.
All that they are, and do, and will be
is consumed by a darkness, a blackness, that's great.
So, I call you, I wake you
with fire from above;
to teach you, to reach you, and save you
with love.
And the moons shall pass,
and the seasons, too;
in a silence, a patience,
this awakening for you.
Remember! Remember! Remember!
Who that you are!!
A star from the Great Father
that's who you are!
I am your Christ
and such as you are
awaken, my child
and see your own star.
Don
(written on a mountain bluff, overlooking the Santa Clarita Valley. DB)
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| Comet Bradfield. |
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| 5-2-2004 |