They rise and fall again anew in old
Currents returning tides to vibes pursued
'Til highs careen and bring the drop to bold
Beauty astray--in love's malice they're wooed.
We're taught like sheep to find the herd and stay
Abreast, a though that may have worked beyond
Its means when leaders led our leaders prey
Out past pastures to dark forests in con.
I sew the threads to pull the seams against
The other to join the times afraid to find
Our God within themselves, cause God pretensed
Betrays good sense and fails to bind the mind.
The time is near always to hear the voice
That tells us clear to face our fear with choice.
-MMF
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