Dry Horizon

When we envision Mankind's finest day,
we see our children fill the pure ideals.
In faith and trust, One truth they will obey
to be set free to know how freedom feels.
The relativity of everything,
will basis be for all their dreams and thought.
Compassion at their very cores of Being
surpass the hopes for all that they've been taught.
Their Spirits, self aware of inner Grace
soar quietly resplendent far above
the day, so grey, mundane and commonplace.
They'll know themselves as geyser blasts of Love.
And while we muse this billion angel plan,
We toast ourselves with reruns of Roseanne.