Lights are streaming and we are
beaming, blessing the sacred fields. Fire and water come to this mire
and cleanse all those waving hills. We send our blessings to clean up
the messings, where children long to play. We are like fairies who come
into the contrary and heal all along to know, we are here, to play, with
loving rays. We are here to show the making of the good rainbow. We are
hear to sing, the songs in the winds. We are hear to shout, the longing
we feel in our hearts.
Heaven on Earth is the sign of this
girth, because so many are feeling this ray. We are the tender the
making of the rendering of the perfectly poignant ray. Take heart my
children, long for this wing, to bring in streams of loving rays. And
with all that is surrender, we must take heart and remember the Great
Spirits are along our prayers.
Send blessings in the woods, where
light streams like it should, upon the trees that gift our heart songs.
And we are together learning how to bring in the songing, for all to
become the true blue once again. Tell all the children that elders are
brewing to make sure our tears find this trail. We are taking to
posture, the sitting upon rockers, to say, it's time to till the winds.
It is time to bring sails into grins.
Sow listen my children all
over this kingdom. Listen to the walking of our rays. They will glisten
to the story of all that is worried, the making of the solidifying
reign, the listing of the sacred cosmic rain. Stains of every color, we
bless you all together, to make this world a comfort for everyone. We
are gathering the righteous to make our hearts think twiceness, so we
can hear the sacred wings. Cosmic dust is chiming to send our hearts a
chiming, the soul within will carry us through. And love is the answer
to all that is missing, because we have been divided for so long. Love
will become the sweater, for all the hearts to get warmer.
Secret
garden on the blue road of heaven, we send our kisses to you. And where
our hearts are missing those who are stuck on the red road of earthly,
we send blessings to find their angel wings. We send love to bring them
home once again.
Twin Deer Mother notes this, to bring us to
conclusion that prayer will bring us to the clear, where misting is the
place where rainbow colors feel the chase, playing to the tune of the
wind, the miracles that cleanse all the sins.
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