by Maria Ragan

Created on: June 09, 2009

It isn't the ones so busy

Capturing their neighbor's eye

But it is the one that hears the vibrations

Of His spirit passing by

Many go their way

Not hearing the subtle call

They are too absorbed in the age

To hear the sparrow fall

The way of truth is narrow

Many are choked with all their care

Their senses dulled from selfish gain

Passing angels unaware

He sent them messengers in dreams

That were forgotten when their feet hit ground

Warning them of trouble

To turn themselves around

They began to desire the clatter

Of the world gone mad

Lost and tossed in translation

And forfeited the peace they had

Sit down on Mother Earth

Connect with what is real

Peel off the counterfeit masks

And you will begin to feel

The sin is not in getting caught

In the thicket on your way

It is refusing to heed the calling

Of the Creator's gentle way

Do you hear the red road calling

To ground your feet on earth

To find the truth in who you are

The purpose of your birth

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