Our Only Fact

February 20, 2017 11:04 am EST

No further seething ire
An end of every blight
Stoke the burning fire
As all is set aright

Abiding with it All
A choice in every way
We listened for the call
As night turned over day

The Power, endless Flow
It moves each thought and act
What once we chose to sow
Is now our only fact

Type: Poetry

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