Hymn to the Newly Born

I was born with an age in my palm, Destiny was my birthing dream, The ages were but a moment, When I was born.

Time stood still,

All space collapsed,

Into a moment,

That watched the coming of my birth

Into this world.

I am born into the the world of man. Let the ages watch my coming

And listen to my words.

I am the new born,

The honourable, as I stand among you all

That call themselves alive but have been dead until my coming.

And will be until I’m gone, to become a legend retold through the ages which brings life to each age in which it is sung.

To my ancestors. To their lives.

I give my song.

To the honoured,

I bow,

And pay my respects,

But as the ages move on, I move with them,

And they move by me.

I am here,

Now, among you,

to watch your games for some time, than play,

then weep,

and seeking laughter again,

die,

only to wait,

and watch you wait for my return.

Watch me,

As I grow.

Tell my story, Which is yours, As much as mine.

Salutations to the One, Who was,

And is to be.

Salutations to you all.

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