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Tomorrow's Wait

By M. Jay Mansfield

(NC, Prior to Hurricane Isabel)

At the end of forever?
or the true alpha awakening?
is this the great truth?
or simply another sign...
a tease for us...
us the true believers...
we have ridden the waves...
day in and night out...
energy crests that swallow us...
that have bathed us...
scared and scarred...
is this what we have waited for?

Nay I say...
This is but a farce...
a wind that cries death...
but a conviction it does not carry...
It is not the true reaver...
it may whisk a few fateful away...
but it will not stack the cord of limbs...
we tighten our hatches...
arm ourselves with prayer and food...
we wait...
the most intense thing we do...
we wait...

Blessed mother and father...
tomorrow we may see...
or is that tomorrow's morrow...
never the less...
we fateful...
we few amongst the many...
we wait...

© 9-15-03 MJMansfield  

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