Brave New Age

 
 
 
I have traveled beyond the waters,
acrid, poisoned water,
bound and bleeding daughters,
wail of senseless slaughter,
blinded by the rain.
 
I have walked
sands of endless hatred,
crumbled stone as hate did,
explaining “It was fated.”
relinquishing the blame.
 
Dark of the night, quiet,
unable to lie,
I search for the truth of
my age in unfathomed sky.
Not Heaven, not Home to a
rescuing I — the Mystic’s mystery.
Hugely greater than a Creator of history.
Stars, Galaxies
without end
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