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A Glimpse of the Future

What is this resplendent thing that sparkles ahead, Pacing faster than limbs of incapacity Beyond the all-pervasive dakness of want? Could my eyes be playing upon me some sly pervasity, Seeing things untrue, askew and errant? Or is it a reality that they will be resewn The torn bonds that linked me to the world of bounty, Where I may be returning soon? I've had a glimpse of the future; What a beautiful and gorgeous sight! Streams of milk do freely flow, And pots of honey glitter bright Against the blinding rays of a rising sun. This days of plenty seem set in the Promised Land, For I see the fertile shoots of a germinating future Guarded by an armed angelic band Recruited from beyond the azure; A fulfilment of a trashed prophecy. And children of fate weakened by ages of plight There do sing day and night; Feeble frames malnourished for centuries Enrich themselves from celestial treasuries, Where the obedient minions of the sky Gathered in response to their cry, While they laboured on the red soils of Egypt Before God heard their cries and His mercies leapt. Who else can see this vision Of relief from pandemics of fate And the gaping gallows of death? A time coming when sons of men Shall storm this ogres den And avenge the murderous terror Inflicted upon their long gone kith and kin! And the forbears long dead, Shall be awakened by cries of war, And with might reserved for decades Shall avenge the pain inflicted before By their wicked adversaries Who maim parents and drink the blood Of their offspring left behind.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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Date: 4/6/2015 8:45:00 PM
An interesting take, i like the twist of words ideas and the way the words roll off the tongue ********blessings
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Date: 11/18/2010 5:18:00 AM
Perhaps this glimpse of the future will come about during our lifetime, Hannington. But those who have suffered are sure to find relief in the afterlife. I share your longing for optimism about our future world and the desire to escape sins of the past. Really like the lines about God hearing the cries of those who labored on the red soils of Egypt. He is listening. Very well penned. Best wishes, Carolyn
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