The Other Side

Look not at the end of all things,
for beginnings require termination.
Look instead at the hope of life,
for it spans the millennial generation.

Children killing children,
monsters in the darkness.
The birth of the new child of hope,
brought by the vitality of intelligent unions.

I sit back and watch the formation,
that will not end in condemnation.
I already know which way it will end,
and joyfully share these visions with trusted friends.

Can you feel what I feel?
Not with the touch of these limited hands,
but rather with the motion of the sands.
The wind blows from the four corners.

Hold your breath, sweet Lord,
I have a few more doubts to overcome.
Blow gently across my hearing,
and let me bask in your son.

Two thousand years of crying wolf,
have set your children quite aloof.
And when the trumpets sound in voices,
I pray they make the right choices.

Work through my soul.
I give myself to be your vessel.
I long for your divine experience,
to purify my tainted past.

Hope comes from the faith,
that transpires through the skin of death.
Energy releases and unites with the crowd,
pain becomes joy, and screams ever so loud.

My advice to you for your supernatural journey,
is to learn today, let go of your mortal ego.
Put to rest this life filled with uncertainty,
and trust in the hope of the angelic many.