Psalm 1: For My Children
PSALM 1: FOR MY CHILDREN
These minds are mine. Mine
to shape, mold and give control:
budding hopes in the furrows of time.
These fruits will bear new seeds
to sprout and meet our lingering needs.
Hope is a starving hunger seeking to be fed;
Faith awaits the reality of visions of the dead.
Lost dreams remain forever asunder;
never see the light nor hear the thunder.
You are those of whom the ancestors spoke;
You are those who will splinter the chocking yoke.
You will destroy forever the auction block.
You will be the new leaders of the wandering flock.
You will be those who will take us over the mountain top.
Copyright © Millard Lowe | Year Posted 2015
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