by Daniel J DeMarco
There’s a small river flowing
To a mysterious pool
Where the children will gather
And restore peace to the world
They will emerge as monarchs
And travel to the corners
Destroying all that is dire
Lifting up all that is good
Planting little seeds of faith
And holding truth to judgment
::Daniel J DeMarco also writes at When You Slam Down The Hammer::
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I like that. A very hopeful poem, maybe something that will happen as many religions predict a change in times. One can only hope things do not stay the same forever.
danny, this is such a beautiful write. Thank you for a feeling of true serenity, as well as leaving such a peaceful vision and feeling with your reader!! excelent work my friend!!