This is the misty dawn of promises
As waves of time move on the waters
The grieving mother without solaces
Soon rejoices with her daughters
Broken wing for love to restore
For the bird learning to fly again
From stormy waters brought ashore
With garden's healing rest to regain
Image comes alive at the word of its maker
As trumpets play their triumphful sound
Hope bows to fulfilment as its greater
Its eyes and words no longer cagebound
Tribes and nations in perfect twelves
Witness all things being made anew
Yet more like their truest selves
Than their hopeful souls ever knew
As waves of time move on the waters
The grieving mother without solaces
Soon rejoices with her daughters
Broken wing for love to restore
For the bird learning to fly again
From stormy waters brought ashore
With garden's healing rest to regain
Image comes alive at the word of its maker
As trumpets play their triumphful sound
Hope bows to fulfilment as its greater
Its eyes and words no longer cagebound
Tribes and nations in perfect twelves
Witness all things being made anew
Yet more like their truest selves
Than their hopeful souls ever knew
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