Change In the Weather
Old politics
smashed on the rocks
by the powerful
tides of the new
The weather is changing
Can we still confront
society's storms?
A cry of joy
wakes us!
All hope is not lost
From the vortex known as the past
comes a breath of fresh air
What we once dreamed
remains alive
We will not be
daunted by
voices of despair
The tide rushes in
and rushes out
leaving behind
the shifting sands
As we walk in the tidal pools
It dawns on us
that all the joy we anticipated
May still be
coming
May still have a wondrous
revival
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