Creative Ponderings - Poetry


We have dreams,

We are here for a purpose,

We are not just pieces of dirt 

to be stamped on and kicked around

like it doesn't matter

whether we are here today or gone tomorrow.


We are witnesses,

We are to be beacons of light,

a city on a hill,

I scream out from the mountaintop

-not the ant hill they claim I live in.


Let's have some faith -

as little as a seed of grain.

We can stand

when we know that we have fallen.


Grace - let it be known

Throughout the Earth

that we are kings.

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