A Different Point of Reference

They call it shuffling of the mind when other eyes are turned; Other visions call upon the history that is their very own, allowing us to see, to share, to grow. Onrushing Earth will ride the tides of time disclosing newer cries of childhood; hearts will sing again their Kyries while brotherhood is unrelenting, we may join the new-made antiphon where every song is triumph; each surrender is a victory. There is risk in such a stand. There is plenitude among the powers of the strong, righteous in their zeal. There is challenge. There is testing. There is no defense. Mayhap, there need not be. ~