Being Stirred

When the Skies Above Me

Grow Dark and Grey

When the Ground Beneath Me

Grows Slippery like Clay

When the Stars are Darkened

By an overcast Night

When my friends have All Gone

There's not One in Sight

When the Seas grow Angry

And I can't find my Way

When I drift to Far from Center

I know I Need to Pray

That's when the Angels

Gather Around

That's when the Magic

Is sought and is Found

That's when I Rise

To meet the Next Challenge

That's when we Realize

It's not as sharp of an Edge

Our Fears and Trembling

Are so soon Forgotten

When we are Shown

All there is to all we've Begotten