Within Not Without

Blessings to that Child that makes it to the last day of the Patriarch Rule as the Divine Feminine returns to save us from Ourselves.

On the darkest Night

On a cold winter's Blight

The last people Gathered

Their hopes and dreams all but Shattered

And they prayed as always that the One would Come

They prayed as they had been for Eons

They prayed in their Sleeping

They prayed in their Waking

For the bombs to End

For the return of their Friend

They prayed in Private

They prayed when they Gathered

They prayed from the Roof Tops

They prayed down in the Cave

They prayed for the last Children 

They prayed to not be Enslaved

On the darkest Night

On a cold winter's Night

The last people Gathered

Their hopes and dreams all but Shattered

And as the Last prayer for the Great Ones Return

A small voice of one of their Leaders was Heard

As he quiet whispered to his Father into his Ear

Father I think we should pray for Ourselves this Year

He said, I heard a whisper when all were shaking Around

And it was barely even a Sound 

But I heard it and to me it was Clear

Please my darling stop praying in Fear

It said you pray and you pray for my Return

But that would leave you with no Lesson Learned

And it will all have to start over Again

Back in that land where they suffered as I hung on that Cross

But today is the last day where you still have a Chance

That all these lives, all these tears. may still hold a Value

But there is only one way as I get a glimpse in a Trance

That you pray for yourself, knowing it all hangs on You

And the little child then closed his Eyes

And the Father wept as he saw the Truth the first Time 

And all of the Children came in a Circle 

And they raised the Boy and they prayed that he not be Dead

And when they awoke in the morning in the corner was Bread

And they notice on the Child a moon and Star on his Head

The Father said this surely a Sign

That this is our Night, this is our Time

And from that day forward they no longer looked to the Skies

But they prayed for the Return, but to their own Heart 

Not to this World, not to what was outside of Them

But to the return of the Peace, in their Mind it had Fled

And the Boy grew old and he never looked Back

And though a King his thrown of humbleness never it Lacked

Through the years the people never Forgot

All that was learned that Night when they no longer Fought

With Themselves

For this was the Lesson the Boy Shared

That the answers all lie Within

And to pray without is looked at as Fair

To pray within will release the Cross that we Bare

To pray within will release the Cross that we Bear

It releases us so our Power we can Share

And once we lose sight of what we thought was Without

We can move forward without a glimpse of a Doubt