OPEN PAGE by Anni McCann

Track 5

State of Grace

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I was a fragile bird that had to rest upon this branch of love,

To open both my wings and learn to trust and fly again.

My strength comes from the root of this old wisdom tree that set me free

To sing, to sing out.

 

Ancestors' voices, I feel them, they're talking and calling me closer to hear.

They say "The time is now to make your vow,

No room to doubt or work it out.

Just take the place we've always known was meant for you to uphold,

A state of grace for you to welcome home."  Aah...

 

And so I fly to where the Earth she meets the Sky in their embrace

Of heart and mind, the union of their wills create.

His golden Sun, Her silver Moon rise up and through these clouds of fate

To shine, to shine out.

 

Grandmothers' voices, I feel them..."This state of grace for you to welcome

home."   Aah...

 

Ancestors' voices, WE hear them...This state of grace for us to welcome

home.