Somewhere in a distant gaze
The vast horizon looms and lords
His majesty upon the lands,
Touching, clinging earth to sky,
Reaching far beyond the eye where
Angels walk and eagles fly and
Sunsets whisper with a sigh as
Footprints dance across the sands.
Clouds, like artist, paint the heavens
With their shades of rakish gold as
Silent thunder begs to speak the
Comfort of a long-lost friend. The
Courage gathered to begin to
Set a broken heart to mend and
Learn to live in peace again in
Meadows just beyond those peaks.
Withered hope may yet survive to
Flourish on a distant rise, a
Subtle spark to light the eye.
Dreamers never question why.
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