My wandering Canada...

I see the rising of Great Rockies
and feel the sinking of the tide
a million voices chanting
protecting what is not ours.

The imovable shield we stand on,
the great river divide
The current that gives and takes away
and see the harvest with none to stand beside.

Leaves fall with flakes to follow
each its own shape and size
they each landas we all have,
forgotten is the time.

Illumination in the evening
entertainment for the day
blessings of entertainment
distant lands with suffering
fade away.

With no warning a warm breath
consumes us from the south
caressing our cold cheeks
crowding the blanket out.

I hear the sound of
a million seekers walking
looking for a heven -
a new beginning.

As the land Springs forth
and gives birth to new life
through a narrow tunnel
death is met
an entire generation forgotten.

No eye has seen
nor ear has heard

We know in our being
and with one word

we are saved.

All the earth is Holy ground.
All of Canada is Holy ground.
We are consumed by Holy Ground.
Consume us with you.