Ascend, to thy Maker

Many voices seek an audience
Many truths conveyed through crystals
Refractions of some past time					

Ears to hear, eyes to see
Nothing escapes the inspirational 
Intuition is the inner voice
A resonating cord of the wand on the cello
Melodic mid-tones seesaw
From the inner depths of the soul
Rise up, ascend, to thy maker

The creator waits on the cleft
Catching souls from torment
Releasing the essence of life

Learn to fly with the wings of eagles
Ascending higher up into the sky
Soaring under the unseen hand
Patterns swirling, blowing winds
The spirit that draws the soul
To new heights of understanding

Let go the inner self
Touch the light of heaven
Infusion for fellowship
Is within our very being
It screams to be heard
To be seen and be satisfied

The immersion of the spirit
Disbursing darkness, the claws of death 
Is suddenly released and redeemed

Freed from flesh, the cage
The outer hardened shell is broken
Light pierces and all is transparent
Pardon comes with a price
The maker's representation of the sun
Sits in glory waiting for all to
Rise up, ascend, to thy maker

Written by Inge Schultz 

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