When I pray I think of you, My One Creator
I imagine the silence surrounding you and I wish that for myself
I imagine your fluidity which encompasses the universe
How many galaxies have you created
How many fallen angels have you abandoned in the process
Are you wondering what are they doing
Your children have been suffering and now they are pure evil
Do you feel responsible for their darkness
Us, the farmed ones, with deep sorrow in our hearts accept them
We are ignorant to their deceit
Come again and rest your hand on our hearts
Sing to us a lullaby of hope, love and joy
The veil is lifting and we are ready to see you
Come to us we need you
Victoria Odey 