Stones
The open book,
it is the key,
in choral voices,
to look
and see
the golden ribboned muses
of our varied choices.
And if perchance
to live and breath,
mayhaps,
to seek romance,
may we
all laugh,
may we all sigh,
and live perhaps,
on his behalf
to be,
in a time of splendor,
lofted by
the rays of sunlight,
as a slender
puncture
through the shrouds,
above the sky,
beneath the resounding shrill
of the dome of clouds,
and procure
to sense an elemental thrill
of that nurture
so we may sieze
upon what is right.
The time has come,
the season now,
not just for some,
to gather
and all incite,
together,
in an embrace,
beneath the bough
and in the grace
of God's might.
it is the key,
in choral voices,
to look
and see
the golden ribboned muses
of our varied choices.
And if perchance
to live and breath,
mayhaps,
to seek romance,
may we
all laugh,
may we all sigh,
and live perhaps,
on his behalf
to be,
in a time of splendor,
lofted by
the rays of sunlight,
as a slender
puncture
through the shrouds,
above the sky,
beneath the resounding shrill
of the dome of clouds,
and procure
to sense an elemental thrill
of that nurture
so we may sieze
upon what is right.
The time has come,
the season now,
not just for some,
to gather
and all incite,
together,
in an embrace,
beneath the bough
and in the grace
of God's might.
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