Herald
The earth that holds the flower doesn’t pray for the rain
Nor does it ask for the sun to come every morning again
The seas do not part ways for the whales to coming by
Nor do the mountains become hills at the adventurer’s try
The order and fashion that continue across our world
Can go unnoticed and thus without a chance to be heard
For if one can understand that even the meadows hold truth
Then why would one build a monument just to find You?
Alas the times have changed and with paintings we engage
Of the world how it once was and that holds its way
Listening to the guidance of who is chosen to be such
May he follow his conscience, for You are there
Waiting for the slightest of touch
Michael Aquilina 11.04.2023