Keeper of the Light

In Honor of my ancestral grandfather,
~^~ Keeper of the Light ~^~

Kansas: Sparks of the Tempest

Blood in the sand, a cry in the street
Now the cycle is nearly complete
Ten thousand years, and nothing was learned
No turning back, now the wheel has turned

Big Brother is watching and he likes what he sees
A world for the taking, when he’s ready to squeeze
The King and the Queen are gone, each piece is the same
The difference between us is a part of the game

Soothsayer saying now tell me no lies
What is this madness that is filling the skies
Spreading like wildfire, fallin’ like rain
Though they may promise, they only bring pain

Keeper's Bow

Keeper’s Bow

Keeper of the Light

Keeper of the Light

Keeper: My Creed

Keeper: My Creed

Imagine: God “speaking something into existence”? :

Thought

Spoken/Word

It is Written (along eternal lines)

~^~

Imagine: God “speaking something [new] into existence”now.

9 Responses to Keeper of the Light

  1. SeaClearly says:

    Kansas: “Nobody’s Home”:
    I came to learn perhaps to teach but I can tell somehow
    The world that I was sent to reach has got no future now

  2. […] Ten thousand years, and nothing was learned No turning back, now the wheel has turned […]

  3. SeaClearly says:

    In honor of Native Americans, another song from Kansas:
    “People Of The South Wind”

    There are some who can still remember
    All the things that we used to do
    But the days of our youth were numbered
    And the ones who survive it are few
    Oh, I can still see the smiling faces
    When the times were so good
    All in the old familiar places
    I’d go back if I could (to the)

    People of the south wind, people of the southern wind
    It’s the people of the wind, I got to be there again

    Now we’ve traveled all across the oceans
    And we’ve seen what there is to see
    But I guess it’s not the proper solution
    Cause it’s all about the same to me
    Now I look back and it makes me wonder
    Why we just couldn’t see
    All of the battles we fought and won there
    And I wish that I could be with the

    People of the wind
    I want to see ’em again
    It’s where we used to be free

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