The Promised Land

The view of a green meadow, aspirations undisturbed Twisting turning junctions lead to provinces returned The sound of faraway church bells ring in my ears A mournful lullaby they sing for true believers This congregation is heard in a songbird cadence No wings are needed to find heaven’s entrance Forever is the gatekeeper no passage for the spectator of prayer Redemption plays for both sides, with a Grimm following Another Gangster for the wheel of fortune’s calling Destiny versus chaos And I am all in, life’s devoted gamble Shooting for an Angel Misguided and fooled, another trap door to the heartland Dreaming of a fall with grace’s undergrowth, a soft place that is mine Lightning strikes with demented points from the skyline shattering glass across my path, a sight for brilliance Capture my Present existence God smacked and faithful to Bloody feet I Choose again, walking among the saved concrete The Privileged Dark wings of my Brothers, fall across my face as reverence defined This deity in time leads to the trail of old and blind Righteous and divine another possession left behind Embrace my brothers here on hell’s frontier blessed bells still ring in the distance, a precious navigator Delivered, Damned, and falling on the promise land Terry D'Arcy-Ryan