Some days, I dream
of a day when I will see
the world’s elegant finery
and perhaps this will cause me to believe
That home, austere,
made for eyes, crystal clear
enveloped in Love, primed for fear,
is for the enervated children here
Not because I
see a darkening sky
or think it will end in a sigh
or to be duplicitously obliged
But mother’s care
and father’s strength to bear
give lost boys of a legionnaire
eyes, one of a kind, perspective to share
The Love we need
to see all the Lovely
to give us the strength to outreach
begins with a hero and a skinned knee
The world is a tangle of knots, from where we’re from to where we be, a beautiful, elegant, messy tapestry
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