Posted by Michael Sharp on May 5, 2012 in Poetry | 0 comments

Daughter’s of Isis

Daughters of Isis

The Daughters of ISIS, in those final days
Were born into service on Earth,
With hands made to heal,
And hearts that would feel,
They came so that all might rebirth.

For Daughters of ISIS, in those final days,
Did come to show love as the way,
Through sickness and pain,
Our hearts they would sane,
And the rulers would sure rue the day.

But the Daughters of ISIS, in those final days,
Were set by a system so vile,
That it smote them and crushed,
Their great hearts to white dust,
And their wombs did the rulers defile.

Yet the Daughters of ISIS, in those final days,
Were not chosen because they would lose.
They were sparks of THE ONE,
And the day would sure come.
When they stood and then they would refuse.

And the Daughters of ISIS, in those final days,
Will rise up from the ashes of pain,
And like a Phoenix they’ll glow,
And from hearts they’ll throw,
A great love no longer in vain.

In the daughters of ISIS, in those final days,
We saw courage and love throw off pain,
While the rulers they spoke,
And turned love to a joke,
The daughters did cast aside shame.

And the Daughters of ISIS, in those final days,
With their eyes burning red crimson flame,
Cast their gaze on the land,
And with one mighty hand,
Swept aside several eons of pain.

And the Daughters of ISIS, in those final hours,
Looked out on the people and saw,
That the work of their brothers,
Had brought forward others,
And the sons and the daughters foresaw.

That the Daughters and sons, in that final run,
Would stand as a beacon of one,
And no darkness would stand,
As they swept through the land,
And restored Love and Spirit as one.

And the sons and the daughters, in those final hours,
Saw the new world emerge new like a jewel,
And the people rejoiced,
For they made the right choice,
And would no longer be played for the fool.

And the kings in their castles, cried out as their tassles,
Burst flaming and scalded their heads,
For they saw not the warnings,
And held fast their moorings,
Till darkness swept o’er their great beds.

And today with the sun rise triumphant we’ve won,
And no longer will bound in chains be,
And to thank for this we,
Bow our heads gracefully,
And thank ISIS
And daughters
All one.