There Will Be Peace

Forging ancient history

Here, on the mountaintop

Where the sea once met its maker

From one receding shoreline to the next

Are we not one in the same?

Do we not have chasms that will one day be fulfilled

And a fullness where, one day, there will spread a canyon

Where there is depth, there shall be naught

And where we wade in the shallows

There will be peace

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