۞AGNELLIUS / ZARABANDA CÆSARIA۞

But Jerusalem which is above is free, which is the Mother of us all.
Galatians 4:26

I took my way through the Silence valley
In which the heady sagebrush
Gave me a warm and loving breath
From rocks of evening cliffs.
And the silver feather grass
Called me to the Father's Land
With the dispensing of fluffy waves.
I walked on lead by the star
Of the silence and boundless words
The sounds of the music around
And the depth was breathing at Christ's chest
And I drank that purity.
My eyes behold the horizon
The Blue Sky sounded
Like a gilt string
And the clouds were floating low
Covering everything with soft light
And the Spring washed my feet
With pure moisture of the morning dew
And with divine kindness
soothed my face with wind
I took my way through the Silence valley
In which the heady sagebrush
Gave me a warm and loving breath
From rocks of evening cliffs.
And the silver feather grass
Called me to the Father's Land

Music and Poetry by Agnellius