Say not that we
are past all chance
of reunion.
Say only,
Only,
that we are parted
For a time,
a little time,
and as we wait,
We Burn the Past.
-
Let it be,
somehow,
that we may reach
far off in the distance
The Shining City
of Hallowed Voices
that whisper
"You have found
The Kingdom of Heaven"
-
Let us swear,
now before our God,
that not all is in vain.
That we may
Burn our Past,
and seek to live,
in that Shining City.
Let the Ashes
of The Past
enrich this hollowed ground,
and from the Sand,
beget a Feast For All Nations.