Marching Orders

So, another day slips into being
As I equilibrate with morning song
Rhythms from the recent past
Words that imply a differing reality
Goals that were bigger, badder, better
Have little resolve left to resonate, ever

New beginnings require different actions
Normal routines evaporate as life evolves
The hot mist of the morning shower
The deep aroma of ground espresso bean
The drive in a rig that gets from here to there
Footsteps of some memories that are simply air

Sow the seeds and sew the cloths
Learn to meet the needs, our needs
Educate with skills that retain value
As we percolate the wealth of time
Recreating an image as yet unseen
The path we walk, as we talk, as we dream

When waves seems to differentiate
They are allowed to integrate, below a horizon
Surface of the ocean is a vast array of nothing
Compared to the depth of the world of the sea
Gaia envelopes memories of air and water (and ground)
Media of creation rocks violently as airwaves drown

Suddenly a brilliant light shines upon us
With thousands of facets in rainbow array
One hundred forty-four thousand peacekeepers
Living congruently within kin domains
Guild members holding stewardship responsibility
With love, grace and sanctified humility

Thy kingdom come, thy will be done
On earth as it is in heaven

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