The Power of Love
The power of love holds the battleground.
Nuclear blasts from sea to sea.
Wait and you will see!
Begging, kicking, and screaming:
Pleading, “Give it to me”!
Standing on God’s ground, defended by the armor and shield melting.
The power of love holds the mystery.
Things are never as they seem.
Do the means meet the extremes?
Where, how, when was I?
Wondering if it was only a dream?
Standing on God’s ground, defeated by the lock that obtains that key.
The power of love carries the only prayer.
Time to come and be done.
Soon you will be the one.
Dead, black, despair:
Hoping, will someone hear?
Standing on God’s ground, lost in the dream in which you begun.
®Registered: 1998 Ann Rich
Copyright © Ann Rich | Year Posted 2010
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