Within your grove
an arm supporting his head,
stars overhead
listening to your hushed voice.

As you say the prayers
He envisions Lord Dhar
the raspy voice,
the bringer of justice
and death
He pays homage as you pray
in his silent way,
looking from the stars
to His sanctorium in
the Heartwood.

As you say the prayers
He glances towards
life that surrounds him
finally letting his gaze
drift to HER sanctorium
hearing the song and hum of
life stiring

As you say the prayers
He reaches out touches his
heart, feeling the rhythm that
flows through all,
the thrill of the hunt,
his blessed Lord.

Reaching out to touch your hand
He repeats with you..

Revered Triad, Blessed Triad
Remember me as I remember You
I bind myself this day
to Your holy wills.







Penned by my hand on the 16th of Chakros, in the year 265 MA.