Love, Michael

In the circle in the round
The voice of heaven can be found
If you listen, if you hear
Silent echoes loud and clear
In this circle, in this light
A newborn faith, a newborn sight
The serpent lingers down below
Beneath this wondrous Wisdom glow

It breathes within, it plucks the wings
It's fire burns, it's tongue, it stings
It rises up and takes ahold
It whispers neat, it makes the cold
Within the lair of darkened sea
It plunges down to set souls free
But not until we struggle hard
Or pull the Get Out of Jail Free card
The time has come to break these chains
Release the birds and peaceless pain
To battle now, with sharpened blade
The Word to wield, pretension staid
In this circle now and here
The hope to conquer all the fear
To slay the dragon and his breath
And leave resentment laid to rest.

Love,
Michael