Doppler

The conscious mind is rocked in wild bliss
when sensing boundless freedom in the air.
Since time began, proximity to this
struck lightning in the prayers of men aware
enough to wonder at the starry night.
Unsure if source was memory or dream,
they sensed a soulship with celestial light,
and goodness in the glory of it's gleam.
The wretched bonds of tyranny are still
as loose compared to shackled spirit's loss.
The Grace which is the sun to human will
is gone like gold discarded for the dross.
Throughout the eons, freedom has shone a ray
of promised dawn to true eternal day.