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They Come

Look to the divinity that lies within,
Forget what the others say on sin,
Look up to the heavens and know the skies,
All of the truth is in the eyes.

Speak first when the others say is might,
Learn when comes the peacemaking, when the fight,
Read only the words that hold dear to your heart,
The priests will know no more from the start.

Know what you've given, what is lost,
Tread lightly and pay the heavy cost,
Believe in the spirit that is in nature,
The signs and the pathways, the nomenclature.

The skies will divide and the universe shine,
Angelic on winds and wings so fine,
Descending in paths and glory supreme,
They come and they take whatever is seen.

The world will stand raging in fiery confusion,
But we knowing which is reality or illusion,
And we must be honest and share what is done,
For some will fall helpless in darkness, no sun.

There is always hope with the new day that dawns,
So soft and so gentle like beautiful fawns,
With wounds that are gaping and closed so serene,
The morning it comes and the silent unseen.

Fear not for we all fall from grace and divinity,
His love and forgiveness, the powerful trinity,
Opening our hearts and our minds with such glow,
Give up the defining and dwell in the slow.

Like you in lacking perfection and beauty,
We've lost all directions, goals, and our duty,
But will resurrect with our dreaming at night,
And settle into a more peaceful delight.

We cry to the heavens to hear what we're saying,
Not knowing the jury, the judge entertaining,
And fearing the might and the powerful pages,
We stumble along in the song of the ages.

© Copyright, 2000, Carl Hardwick.
All Rights Reserved. Printed By Permission.