Smell the fresh moist earth,
near the heart of oak and pine.
Hear the whistling zephyrs
chuckling through leaves and chimes.
Feel the cheerful cauldron fire,
warm beneath silver crimson clouds.
Taste the gentle rain,
cooling, quenching, feeding life all about.
See the four guardians....
our welcome friends,
in circle
As well as life.
Selections from SPIRIT IN THE WIND
by
C.E.Guldenschuh
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I am torch light, the beacon in the darkness. Will you wonder aimlessly or come to the light and be guided?
Subject: Watchtowers 
Wed Oct 15, 2008 10:35 pm
