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As the sun sprays rays upon the shores
Of minds of receptive souls, scaring shadows aside
Man must open his horizons, human pores
To the eternal verities, much more absorb
Than now, before, in store a majestic push.

We hide from the close fit of revelation
We could glide forward on wings
Strong minds resigned to avoiding
Graphic sex and violence, springing into greens
Of new growth and directions, summer coming.

Picked to be revelators and seers, we
Fear not! See like you can encapsule truth
But never attribute authority wrongly
Mirrors unite about new lands and seas
Opening new eyes, senses freshly awakened.

As the sun sprays rays upon the shores
We are tired of old worn ways, decline
Old patterns, bright orange and blue feathers
Flit about the shining giant trees of eternity
Glinting arrows of light flashing
From distant mountain tops.

A.G.W.