~ A Child of the Shadows Dwells between Two Places; in the ‘Age of Man’ and ‘Beyond the Veil’ ~
This child is born, unto a time, where Angels cast their light upon the path that must be taken~
During the winter solstice, snow falls soft, melting upon the songs of the Dark-eyed Junco and Nuthatch; that carry the secrets of the forest upon their moonlit wings.
This child of the shadows, found in the darkest corners, is not hiding. This child’s gift is that of a watcher.
Knowing it is weaving a radiant skein; a story for the ‘birthing of moments’ that will find us all, beyond the veil of time.
Down in the forest of a dark December, a bird song is heard upon high. It watches the child in the silver light; breathe forth a lullaby for the ‘Age of Man’.
A child of the shadows, from the dust of man, resounds a story among the winter trees.
The last ray of light will find a path beyond the veil, where the soft whispering of Angels rejoicing, sound like distant fluttering wings among flames of fire.
Ashes drape the heavens, as snow descends upon the children of the shadows; winter birds gather in the dark hours, to take flight and carry the secrets of our becoming, as we dream forth the sibylline story that must be told.
Within our time, we have gathered as children of the Light, in dark places…
As ancient sojourners, we lay the fabric of our essence and being upon the darkness, upon the memory of all who sleep; like we have done from the beginning, in the Age of Man and Beyond the Veil…
~ I> (=
Copyright (c) 2019- November, 29th – Tommie Flannery Baskis