Arcing through the wild blue sky,
piercing the nation’s ready eye,
throughout the day,
to conspire…
change.
Some will stay
and some will go,
to the heavens
a steady flow,
of soul’s lost
and free of pain,
on their way….
to peace.
Miracles occur minute
by minute,
let this be the harbinger,
for change.
Love is the way,
feel it grow,
present or not,
now is the hour…
for all of us
to claim our power.
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