A Vision

By Andrew Thornton-Norris

 

Blessed are the moors and the myriad watercourses of this land,

For they feed the roots of the forests.

Holy are the brave shoulders of the downs

For they lift us up to heaven, and closeness to Eternity.

Sainted are the mothers and daughters of the towns

For they give the gift of Joy in childhood.

Hallowed are the toilers for they create subsistence and

Provide all with leisure with which to contemplate majesty.

Now is the time for recognition to be expressed

That all is not money, existence and law

That Eternals graze alongside us,

That tomorrow is a time

When the good day is done

And the next good day is begun.

 

 

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