Wheel of Fortune spins.
Vowels have all been brought.
Swords plunged deep in back.
Slain warrior learns from deaths.
Blinded by what not trees.
Unspoken pleas.
Answers in silence.
White, pensive, and robed with calm.
Hearing with few words.
Golden rain mars the peace.
Chalices rainbow family gathered.
Arms wide in loving welcome.
Children dance in budding trust.
Forty year detour back to New Ark.
Sailing on a Sea of Living Truth.
Winds of Change trumpet the way.
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