All the while they journey
polishing scars into gold,
with the Light of the hands
that hold them
And of this sojourn
within this florid vessel,
garnish thy soul
in the soils of Being
With reverence of cause
through Love Divine,
may stillness be thy dance
and Love thy soulful opus
With peace and in kind
of Spirit and with grace,
know thyself and honor thus
the fruit of All seasons
For the cradle of Truth
rests on the bough of balance;
where Love is
was and ever shall Be.
Before honor is humility.
~ Proverbs 15:33