Once again OSIRIS will arise and sit on the clouds, all that see him will gaze on his beautiful contenance, and behold his awesome power. For centuries he has slept with the pharohs and sat with the stars, not saying a word. His eyes gaze accross the Cosmos like lightening rods beholding both, the good and evil. I can feel and sense his anticipation as he gets ready to come forth. Not long now, I can hear him whisper.
© Monica Bertrand