Redemption

Speak! My love to tell of how, this arc of circled light 
Might break upon darkness to dawn with unrequited might.
Despair! Rides upon the night, unseen, unfelt, rich with life 
Through unwanted correspondence pain cuts with a knife
To light thine eyes, to feel thy touch, to cry thy heart. 

Mine!
Unsullied and with vigour, unrelieved and without pardon to set aside,
Each manner of affectation to tell this tale to speak of ordinary love,
Such as without forbidden bounds and in circuit retrieved, to retreat, to implore
Unabashed, without shame for he who would gain a World to rule and a heart to govern would thee Gladly embrace and upon such love implore:
This, to be my prayer.

Held aloft without recourse to brightness or reflected in darkness would fall 
Beneath the sky to assume the gentle flight and purpose of lark and finch
And feathered antiquity, that stands witness to all that has been done 
And all that remains to be done in a World unlit and with Redemption's fiery fist 
And bold intention shall assume a new day, 
And a new order beat from past and exuberant folly.
It shall instead reveal none of nightshade's burning but instead of Nightingale's Soothe 
His comfort and promised Peace, a stage upon which are set lies 
Without redemption, love without limit and a chorus that like bluebells would proclaim 
A dainty beauty and distinguished majesty, when none would be unrequit of circumstance and material ease. 

And this is no prophetic Faith as any who may prophecy a moon or the glorious break of day that follows imperious night, for day will always follow shade as love 
Will always seek to heal the loss and purpose of mingled hope and damage disarrayed.
Set beyond bound of human forbearance that might survive the deprivation of Darkness.

A day will break. A sweep of light to unleash a harsh rebuke as fortunes' arc of propagation 
Will restore a balance that will delight the hungry, the homeless, the destitute, the broken, the forged, Those underscored with hatred and division.
For there was no child born through peace or war that was in name or lack, deprived of Earthly Home.
The blood and gore that whelped to life an invitation to abundance 
No omen lacking human substance, no demarcation for race or class or gendered hate
That none shall judge one above another, that one should fade and dim.

Michael Snell ©2016 All rights reserved.

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