XXIX. Jannaeus Like a Bird, Without Cause III:XXII-XXVI

Ode XXIX.

Like a Bird, Without Cause

An Ode of Izrah and words of Iliam The Prophetess, Queen of Bébélia of the Urugol Mountains

I.

"May the fruits of My spirit bestow grace upon your soul,

for in this world of strife and darkness,

where tumult and hostility abound,

i lend My eternal light to navigate the arduous path

II.

with care, may My love be your shield

against the winds of tribulation,

let My divine mercy flow through your veins,

transmuting woes into rivers of compassion”

III.

oh, Loving Mother, let Your gentleness and love be with me,

for in Your embrace lies the essence of sacred love

IV.

amen.