be noble
my hands have bled ‘tween tasks of toil
for purpose was my lot
my Soul was sent to bear a light
and i have not forgot
i taste the wine from grapes man bears
and was drunken for a day
thy voice still speaks and i still hear
lest i forget my way
the gate is kept by latch, by guard
by those who keep the sleep
the children thirst by the rivers edge
they drink the tears they weep
sorrow last, sorrow pass
and time still marches on
collect but mortal mem’ries
and the day my child soon gone
can not you hear the beat the drum
that call from yonder place
where hor’zons meet reality
which soon we come to face
children’s smiles are beckoning
let thy heart awake
but 2 commands we must know
for love never forsakes
the time has come to listen
open thy eye and let
the truth be seen and recognize
the fat lady sung not yet
linger not on the path
‘tis work still yet be done
rejoice in thy becoming
and battle still yet be won
we each may wield our holy sword
and speak what must be heard
you know what you’ve come to do
give spirit unto thy word
be noble
© 18 May 2013 : william s. peters, sr.
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