In the midst of Easter Sunrise
Cynical notions still pose threats
To our dawning Hope
Of innate Village resurrection
Yet must we trek onward
For as sure as the blazing Sun rises
So must the dauntless spirit
Of the children of the Ebon Exodus
As we look out over the mountain top
The envisioned reality
Of the sable dream
Of a dawning blue meridian
Lurks in its cosmic orbit
Shadowed by the great eclipse
Of political deceit
Albeit the haze of the white meridian
Time’s Easter cannot be broken
And scattered like pieces of broken bad
Luck mirrors piercing weary feet and hands
Standing on today’s radiant mountain top
We’re in the light of a full Moon and rising Sun:
And the shining light to our promised path
Cannot be broken—for it’s of cosmic eternity
We the Children of the Village may be scattered—
But united we are—by the light around and within us:
Nothing can stop fulfillment of our Villages’ ecliptic risings
(Peace and Love, mlowe5: 4/21/2019)
