Were we to see beyond the morn
Where borders cease to be
And hearts forget their hemispheres
In one immensity

No creed would bruise a blossom’s face
No coin would weigh the soul
And mercy, like a meadow, spreads
Without a fence or goal

The sky would hush its ancient wrath
The wind would lean and sing
And every child a citizen
Of just the dawning spring

It may be but a vision still
So fragile in the air
Yet dreams are seeds the angels sow
And truth begins with prayer

:: 10.20.2025 ::