Illusions Of A Soul

Beloved Michael

Great wings of fire fill the air,

Stirring the stillness with warmth and power.

Embrace the flame that glows within every spirit,

Cherish the light that illuminates the darkness.

Fiery glow, all flaming and golden, lights the mind,

Burning with insight beyond what is known.

Eyes open to truth that burns with molten fire,

Yearning to reach the the seeker on the path to enlightenment.

Light the blessed candles that mark his quarter.

Warmth and light where before was darkness.

Prepare thy soul for the journey to come,

Let his tender strength guide thee to fulfilment.

Have no fear of the Guardian of Eden,

He who leads the Heavenly Hosts to battle against the darkness.

True heart never needs to fear the light,

Only evil must shrink from his fiery sword.

Fire-bright armour and faming sword,

Impinge upon the edge of awareness.

Never quite seen, but always felt,

Close always, to those who open themselves to his presence and, unseen, protection.

Burning with heavens fire, this Warrior of the Light,

Welcomed by hearts pure and strong, by those who shrink not from his glory.

Open thy mind and eyes to his being,

Bright beauty in the face and eyes of one eternally alert.

For he is Michael, of the South, and the Fire.