flight of the butterfly, rising free
looking in your eyes
i feel the pain of old
lost loves, lost lives
forgotten memories, untold
My work is first
My son, follow me
Answer the call
Bend now your knee
Anointing your life
Granting great gifts
Sacred young scribe
Your poetry lifts
Place me now first
In all that you do
Hear now, my words
In love, now pursue