Osiris Rising

I am the Holy One,

The Royal One

Who comes in onto you,

Like a summer storm streaming

And a night full of dew.

I run down your hills

And fill up your valleys.

I sing in your cells

And dance in your alleys -

That wind through your dreams

And the streams as they role . . .

Upon the shores of your heart

And in the heat of your Soul.

. . . . . . Roderick 1989