I set my finger in the stardust
And traced a winding line
The path of my ancestors
Tracked from the dawn of time
Sparkles winked as the line took form
And glinted in my eyes
Past and future were one and same
Freedom wakened in my mind
Then all my worldly thought of want
Was set upon the scales
Only light and peace remained
The end of all travails
What wonder then that we are light
And left here all alone
Pray forgive you brother’s sin
As he forgives your own
Then on that day we all repent
We’ll raise our eyes and see
The sky will rend and Heaven return
And we, once more, stardust will be
~
The poetry of Beto Ochoa, Prose from a spiritual warrior
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The Poetry Of Beto Ochoa~ Prose from a spiritual warrior
Thursday, June 27, 2013
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