We wait for an end,
One which is not,
As it unfolds.
A new path…
If we could start,
Upon this road,
With clear minds,
Let only the past die,
All would be well.
The attachment seems strong,
So afraid to let go,
As if in battle,
We fight,
For what one was.
Now is not the time,
To dwell in dispair,
Or hopelessness.
Only grace of love,
Can illuminate the way.
Determined,
With open hearts,
We let go misdeeds.
Dispell some darkness,
To wait the dawn.
When will it come,
This time of end,
The one which is not?
No one will know…