World Peace
Let the Sun rise itself in the East.
And set itself down in the West.
Let your patience begin the test.
Of this arising wondrous beast!
Come, let us feast!
Tribulation is at its best.
And there’s no time to rest,
Come, let us be least!
Open your eyes and look to see.
Open your heart and feel it beat.
Of what is becoming of you and me!
We are sitting on the designer’s seat.
Up under your two feet time shall cease.
On a footstool surrounded by world peace!
® Registered: 2006 Ann Rich
Copyright © Ann Rich | Year Posted 2009
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