2025-01-08
In the cradle of dawn, where dreams take flight,
Our world awakens to a wondrous sight.
The first impulses of the Golden Age,
Dance like whispers on a timeless stage.
From the earth's heart, a radiant glow,
White Christ light begins to flow.
Rising gently, it seeks the skies,
A beacon of hope where new creation lies.
Small waves of gold, like gentle sighs,
Sweep across the earth, where promise lies.
They kiss the light with tender grace,
Creating a tapestry time cannot erase.
In this union of light, both white and gold,
A story of renewal begins to unfold.
A symphony of colors, a celestial choir,
Igniting the world with divine desire.
Oh, Golden Age, with your tender embrace,
Guide us to a more enlightened place.
Where love and wisdom forever reign,
And peace and harmony are our gain.
In this moment, let us stand and see,
The birth of a new reality.
Where the light of Christ and golden waves,
Illuminate the path our spirit craves.
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