FOREWORDS

If dreams weren't meant to come true, or give you something to strive for, why would our thoughts conjure up such things?
~~ Lynn C. Conaway ~~
Those who win the wars write the History. Those who suffer write the Songs.
~~ Irish Proverb ~~
Half an Aunt's job is to harass the young. The other half is to corrupt them. I excel at both.
~~ Laura J. Speaker ~~

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

How Long?

How long shall silence sit in cloister?
What shall free my soul of fear?
The God of all will judge,
The gavel is not mine to wield.

How long shall fretting be my path?
What shall calm my stormy thoughts?
The God of all will rule,
The life I live is His to guide.

How long shall honor work to free?
What shall protect the soldiers?
The God of all is with them,
Their safety in His mighty wing.

How long shall governance oppress?
What shall feed the hungry heart?
The God of all is with me yet,
The food I share is His gift.

How long shall righteousness be trampled?
What shall make her stand once more?
The God of all supports her foot,
The goal invisible is her reward.

How long shall mourning steal my joy?
What shall bring dancing to these halls?
The God of all leads the band,
The first and last dances His card holds.

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