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by Tracy A Gordon (c) 2005  Inscribed in our being, Etched on the spirit shelf, A Watermark! New! Gleaming! Lays in quiet stealth. Perfect in form, though halved by design. Beauty engraved by The Divine. This Icon embedded Deep in our spirit warm, Is a signal, ( once threaded ) As per Celestial norm. It follows from Heaven as we hie to earth, And nests while we form; many days before birth. 
This half-mark lives not of its own accord. Itself, it cannot trace. A steady quill, in the hands of Our Lord Sculpts the outline on each human face. To give us presence here, so precious and dear. Yielding it's warmth and visions clear. 
From Heavens Gate saw we, The Corner Stone laid. The Foundation of Earth set fast. The Morning Stars sang as Father conveyed Our life would be short, and death would not last. " Fear nothing you may hear or see, the Gates of Death open to me! " Be still, and know that I AM GOD! The surest foot of any pathway trod! Shall join truest love to truest heart, If thou wouldst but do thy part. That Life Eternal! That Joy Sublime! Be Forever Thine, not just for time!" 
"I AM your Father, The Exalted One! I formed the moon, and lit the sun! Worry not for the things of life, though trials are trying, yielding toil and strife. I overcame every such thing, That even death has lost its dreaded sting. " "Nor shall you be left unto yourself; To wander at will, ( as you may ) . I shall send word, and come down myself, To guide you, to gird you, to lighten your way. For all shall be born as innocent light! That you may learn to do good, and choose to do right." 
Our Treasures in Heaven, then lain aside, In exchange for mortal birth. To reclaim anew once we abide, A very brief journey to earth. Only freed of our memories could life's test be fair. For our paths must be chosen out of thin air. We're sent to this isle, amnesiacs all! The design and purpose within? To see if we heed to the Heavenly call, Or choose the pleasure of sin. For exact equals of each waft in the air, And that which we choose is for that which we care! 
Your Watermark stirs with each wrong selection. It Irks! It Digs! It Chides! Only experience teaches early detection Of things we ought not abide. It is our guide, while on earth, and our only way home. That entering in we will nevermore roam. 
There is no such thing as a 'single-soul' clan. The Lord ever intended two. A man and a woman, the woman from man. ( An Eternal mate for you! ) Drawing nigh to your side, your souls true love. Watermarks glow in the Sign Of The Dove! And two become one! To stave and defend from sores and sorrows of life. Blended, their love endures to the end, Yielding them glory rife. With Watermarks fused they great power wield. When melded with God, an impenetrate shield. You were born of this light. Forged in its rays. And despite your toils and strife It will fill you with joy all of your days, If you embrace it on your journey through life. That Life Eternal! That Joy Sublime! Be forever thine, in Celestial clime! 
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