the creation groans
waiting for the sons of God to be revealed
sons who feel
and see
and care
sons and daughters of light and life
coming forth in crazy times
through deception
and murder they will pass
through
birthed by pure blood
they will be purified
and creation aches
and groans
waiting,
oh, when?
and together they will rise
crowned in love
sword in hand, double edged
lovely and wise
oh,
oh,
when...
they will rise
