Seasons
Decked in their finest robes
Calling
Melodies
From within my boundless sanctuary
Bubbling
Faith
The chequered currency of glory
Beckoning
Footsteps of the purple twilight
Whirlwind of contentment
The summon of courage
Close at hand
The time
To move on
To press on
Blessed are those
Led by the guiding whispers of accompanying audience
Trust fate in the embracing arms of hope
Carried on wings of favour
To the womb of resurrection
