Mist off the surface of the river is a cloak
Over the backs of we who walk among the trees
Joy is our song this day of glory
Light and darkness dance together as one
The world beyond looks to this place and does not know it
Soon to feel tremors of wrought iron madness
As bullets from the mouth of mercy
Come and see the joy we’ve known
Follow the shadows that call through the trees
Voices from the world kept hidden within our hearts
Telling truths unknowable to minds who do not know the forest
Down this path forged from blood and sacrifice
Come with us to the end
And look into the eyes of the sacrificial lamb
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The Light is On 
5 responses to “Down to the River”
This is truly beautiful prose. It is easy to take that walk along beside you. That picture is so beautiful. Thank you. ❤️ love J
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Thank you! I’m glad you enjoyed it (:
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Such beautiful poetry, Sir–truly, it nearly has me weeping.
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Thank you for your kindness. I’m happy to know my words had an effect—though I hope it’s not one of too much sadness.
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Not too much…such lovely writing.
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