I toss and turn then awake from a dream
what was old, and the tired old schemes
float like feathers on a rippling stream
with a clean set of eyes, I see what is tendered
no warning signs, or white flags of surrender
just one goal in all, as around it we're centered
cast out the lot of the wrong ones that entered
no commentary right now, but I do need to speak
come in the right way to find what you seek
it will take a while, but it's not all that bleak
as we turn our heads; offer the other cheek
cast out the dark, let the new light now shine
the offer of peace will rise up subline
a glow upon yours and now upon mine
from the beginning, fruit rippens on the vine
before His might, and all that is true
before the moon rises, as we take the queue
as much for us all as there is for the few
it all shines so brightly; it all looks brand new
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License
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