Surrounded by beauty
Nestling near the unfound
In grandly penned rebellion
With such tempered existence;
One, a visionary
The other, merriment
Ensnaring the mind with raging-
Thus plummets a star...

The soft wings of angels
Move me toward justice,
A justice whose embers are ready
To burst forth of our mystery
Crumbling `neath our feet,
Wet and full, awash over borders
And the citizenry of this world;
Faithful, thinking, ready for healing...
Might this be dawn of a needed peace;
Less for sorrow and flag
And more our song of kinship;
Human love?


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