Days of Reckoning
“The silent song of the sighing breeze”,
No longer are we at ease,
The message is hidden in silence,
Darkest times are looming.
The land is bare and scarred,
The days are hard,
A sad symphony resonates in our hearts,
Dawn chauffeurs the untold.
There’s a place we seek,
Times have made us meek,
Our eyes have seen pervading tempest,
Redemption is the path we choose.
We anticipate heaven's light,
As we take the torn out of sight,
The sun mirrors hope,
We trestle the feeble bridges.
No. 1
July 5, 2023.
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