Dreamtime: Comes the Tide

There are those who will not hear the siren's wail, But will know the wheat has turned pale. Winds will sweep up from the south and the west, His chorus of trees swaying bravely are Blessed. Shields aside, faces lit in harmony, Destiny, homogeny, all God's Children once more free. Lightning, earthquakes, tsunami seas, Herald His Coming while evil flees. Shooting Stars, like hail from above, Will cleanse us from sin on Wings of the Dove. And balance in nature will sweep o'er the land With God in His Glory Grasp all in His Hand 12/12/21