there is a prophecy
told in stories our sages say
over firesides and feasts.

It always begins with great suspense..."brothers and sisters there is a place..."
you know it from birth,
a sanctuary
where time-space and love meet
where divinity becomes heaven
harmonic waves beget understanding soul.

It is were the hero
nearing her demise
turns to face companion
hark almighty!
it is the father's son after all
but she is me,
and
he is...
you.

Pause, yes, my old friend
welcome home

Viroqua, Wisconsin, USA

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