Intuitive, wonderful
grace
Songs for the human race
She sings in ecstatic glory
Easing doubts of our existence
Divinity launched into
the heavens on her heart
Every man-child envies this gift of flight
If we could ride the essence of her being
We'd have the faith we need to find our home.
Compassionate, peaceful,
and wise
She sees without her eyes
And knows what I only ponder
Her guiding light is intuition
Serenity rests within
her never-ending soul
Infinite in wonder and mystery
If we could tap the well-spring of her nature
We'd have the means to quench our savage thirst
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