Shall We Believe In That Promise Forsworn
Shall We Believe In That Promise Forsworn
Let not hate blind thee to love's true powers
for within its realm rests treasures untold;
man's walk, missiles are thrown from dark towers
with greater frequency as we get old.
What shields dare we in our hope ever seek,
which sharp swords do we carry to defend
the righteous, the innocent and the meek.
What fruitful crops do we thus truly tend?
As the final winds on setting sun blow
with no new dawn to give future reprieve;
Spring waters are no longer born from snow
we perish, from world designed to deceive.
Shall we believe in that promise forsworn
when all the world heaps it with utter scorn?
R.J. Lindley
Sept. 17th, 1987
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