By Jordan Spencer Cunningham on July 15, 2010.
Send us to rest in trav’ling we’ve not found
Send angels to watch over us after
In a blue light of peace; the light of stars
Let dreams be what life could in life to come
Dreams of rich night sky when shrouds removèd be
And sight is eternal; sight beyond stars
Dreams of the infinite cathedral where
The sky rains down in pools of pure warm gold
Whisper to us the music of pure peace
Found after trav’ling blackened fear and grief
In crystal halls glowing where light’s endless








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