I Cannot Help but Hope
Welcome the winds of change
their gritty leavings on the day’s surface
their subversive work in the gears
and bearings of our endeavors
prying at cracks of our tired facades
sighing at the passing of this time
It will be clear and bright
when their work is done
stones will rise up and sing
the path will become home
colors will bloom and blossom
at our feet and around our heads
Guarionex
|
|