Here we have a story for the world,
A tale of justice served and freedom won,
Principles of goodness, universal,
Printed out on stone by God's own hand.
Yes, the past was bloody, and the old
Promise was by faithlessness undone.
And wonders ceased, memories turned brittle,
Shadows fell, and love turned into land.
Still, the story breathes the air of worlds
Old and new, a tale not writ in stone,
Vast as the hard history of a people
Ever changing, ever one, a grand
Recital running through time's glass like
sand.
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon. Free for personal or non-commercial use.
Audio and Video Music: Soaring High. By Biz Bay Studio. Music free to use at YouTube.
