Future sense

Pic of the week

Street musician playing Auld Lang Syne in Mechelen
Photo by John Weaver

This is a poem by a friend of mine, who sent it to me on the day I launched my blog almost one year ago. 

Future sense, by Dimitri Arnauts

Have you not heard? 

The cities gone - 

As in past times

We're back alone 

Have you not seen? 

The people's pride 

Fell into void 

Nowhere to hide 

Have you not felt? 

A breeze so thin 

Calling you forth 

God's new begin 

––– 

My only hope for you 

Is a place welcoming 

All searching good and true 

Green meadows waving