Somewhere in silence
a mother holds her child.
Nothing is said between them,
yet everything is understood.

In a field void of laughter
a flower buds potential
awaiting an afternoon rain,
in sustenance,
a chance to open its beauty.

In the same field
men have walked their thunder
placed compliance on how it should be
and could be if things were different.
Placing their feet firmly on the ground
they have chosen to walk on in defiance.

Death has come and gone
replaced by widows and fatherless children
Rows of cement placard tell us a tale
of what has been.

Proud and misunderstood
a race of unprotected species
grow stronger and not understood
trusting that someday the cracks
in the sidewalks will be replaced by kindness
and a knowledge of how to replace the pieces
that have taken its toll on them.

Heaven awaits not just a few
by the many that have placed
their trust into a heart so human as ours.
A belief that destiny will continue
to show us where we are,
and where we can go.

A circle is now complete,
A vision is now identified.
A light seen at the end of a tunnel,
ridden on our train to nowhere.

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