Waiting for the weights to be lifted
Waiting for the rush to stop rushing
And the crowd to stop crowding
Waiting for the liars to cease lying
Waiting for the swords to become plowshares
And for the meek to inherit the Earth
Waiting for the water to boil
Waiting for the cobra to coil
And for leaders to be loyal
Waiting for the righteous to reign
Waiting for insane to be sane
And for no one to blame
Waiting for the angels to sing
Waiting for spirit to bring
Love, joy and peace that will ring









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Thanks for sharing at The Surreal Circus.
on many levels
while waiting,
i look out the window
and see the birds
flying free
and i see
paradise
is here and now
sometimes
blessings, papa
i loved this poem--it is so YOU
Well done, Richard, but I fear waiting is an exercise in futility.
I love the poem...I love the idealism... I love how you ply your craft... Well written...
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The path of the just is as the shining light, that shines more and more unto the perfect day. Proverbs 4:18.