To the Ends

To the ends of the earth I have traveled

Where war and famine is the norm

There I gather my swords and win the battle

Over hot burning coals


Beating them with many blows

On the anvil they become a plow


Into the soil they will go

To plant the crops of long ago

Shall the stories sooth souls

Over hot burning coals


To the ends I will go

Till there is no more

To the ends I go

Soothing spirits soul

About billiescauldron

I am in transition. I see myself as a Spiritual Writer and as such my blog will slowly change with me still holding tight to being in the garden as a child loving my teacher.
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