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there is this filling up of what once was

this emptying of what

this losing

or finding

of

what once was

there is this

loss or gain

this struggle or triumph

of what was

what is

this what

will be

or

can be

all this promise

possibility

all this empty

this striving

for nothing new

under this sun

the vanity

our ego

too strong

to admit

when wrong

the blind

that became sight

the miraculous

divine

that gave light

that

cured

the lame

that walked the way

the prince of peace

that rose

within thee

to lead

or will rise

in it’s own time

in legions

of Christ

the awakening

of an army

that died as one

gambler

deal maker

or martyr

to return

as thousands

to fulfill

a promise

that we will inherit

and be taken care of

like flowers

or cherished like

lovers

to never

weep those tears

bought and paid for

by

ancient seers

we are coming

we are marching

we are

the end

and the dawn

we are

the children

of one

chosen from

our roots our origins

to rise

from

the dredges the muck

to blossom

forever

under the striving

in the shadow

of the slave driving

sun