In the Rags of a Servant | C.J. Hemsley

He spoke to me: “As I walk the land, Submerged in thought, I hear the footsteps of my ancestors, conquering the darkness with their small candles. Their once extant spirits have crossed-over: moonlighting as heralds from another world, riding the winds, praying I breath in their ceaseless energy, So their good can emanate through me …

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