Hidden In Distractions
There's an intuitive notion
That the world is bound
By the grace of something
That'll never be found
Hatred and heartache
Spread, across the lands
Love stays oblivious
While marching in bands
Intentions grow strong
For the good of us all
But the outlook is Blick
With a group so small
Growth in the numbers
Who's had growth in the heart
Will eventually see that the universe
Is both near and far.
Copyright © Roger Harp | Year Posted 2023
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