Opening
We carry history's traumas,
Twisted threads of wounded story,
And yet we have survived
We have forgotten why we are here,
Our divine mission buried deep,
And yet we seek for the grail
We dwell between ideal and reality,
Brokenhearted and confused,
And yet ultimately awaken
In a moment of blinding light,
An eye opens, I open,
Ah!
Copyright © Keith Simons | Year Posted 2015
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