Of Cherished Awakening
The vibration tells me
He is coming.
The third chapter must be written.
And reality will be seen
With the eyes of those who love.
He is coming to light the book
Which hides in the shadows.
And death will be freed
of his wearisome job.
Onward will the wheel turn
But no longer powered by short
Vision.
We suffer a blindness
While our eyes heal
From a minor operation for removal
Of fears cataracts.
Soon we will see again.
We will gaze into the eyes
Of he who loves.
We will know.
Belief will become senile
And wither.
And die. in
Understandings bed
Of cherished awakening

© 12/12/73 Stevon Lucero