
O ancient thread through Time’s own loom,
Beneath the stars, beyond the tomb,
In silence now, the weavers wait—
But I will knock upon the Gate.
One Power, lost in ages deep,
Where turning Wheels no longer sleep,
Come forth from myth and whispered song,
Where you have slumbered far too long.
By flame and wind, by earth and wave,
By light that burns and hope we save,
I call you back through storm and stone—
No hand but mine, no voice but one.
Threads unseen, come twist and spin,
Let strength without and strength within
Unite beneath the rising sun—
For battle waits, and we are one.
Return, O force that shaped the world,
Let banners fly, let steel be hurled,
Let all who doubted now beware—
The Power answers…
Through my prayer.
Thank-you for reading.
Much love and Light,
Brenda Marie Fluharty
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