2024
What can
will be put to rest,
but each New Year
is a history
of our old – predilections
governing the heart and soul
of man...a nest of cupids and
demons~ bearing the scars and
wrinkles of all that has passed
Let not the flares of celebration,
our grand fireworks, ever brighter,
ever higher,
be rehearsals for wars
ever costlier, ever fierier –
with the New Dawn awakening
let our hearts and minds rise united,
hopeful, with determination
to do better, put on display the good
man is capable of, absent the lust for
power over weaker others, made manifest
by violence and evil deceit.
Let fellowship and Love
no longer have to bear the burdens of
a tormented soul, led into darkness,
by the lies of politicians and their
bought-and-paid-for networks of
division, keeping societies troubled
and hungry, that they may be imprisoned
like helpless sheep in sparse pastures,
penned by dark barbs of fear.
Let not Christ’s suffering be for naught,
and our Heavenly Father’s
blessed loyalty to his fallen man’s
redemption, become a lost sacred dream
of unification forsaken --
Let this day of New Light appealing,
Blessed Energy radiating, be the dawn of
man’s freedom reclaimed, that he will try in
earnest to reform, drying the eyes of Guardian
Angels, who watch over us, yet having
faith in their mission of protection with proliferation
of Divine love eternally –
Happy New Year!
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