Just by Chance? by Diamond Dave

Just by chance?

Not too likely.

Just because the reason is now unclear

Doesn’t mean we won’t know

One day,

If we hang in,

And out,

Follow the stream

Right down to the sea,

Look up to see the stars

And really see the sky,

Undeterred                                                     

By conventional-thinking

Shortsighters,

Deaf and blind to the spirit,

Naysayers, killjoys,

Wallbuilders, doorslammers,

Vision-slayers, doom-sayers,

Scribes and Pharisees of science,

Theological engineers,

Lords of the system of things.

New morning,
Spring sap flows,

Fingertips touch, eyes glow.

In the night of the living dead

The poets remain alive,

Walking down that tightrope wire,

Looking out for one another,

Just strolling down

That moonlit path,

That good red road.

Dreamweavers,

Spiritbenders,

Healing the pain,

Soothing the silent screams,

Warriors of the Rainbow

Just singing a freedom song.

It’s about this:

It’s about it be darkest

Just before the dawn,

But when

And where

You least expect it

Help will come along.

Like green shoots

Thrusting through

The damp, dark earth,

Love will spring anew,

Life will spring anew,

Just breaking through

The ice.