Goodbye, Pharaoh

February 12, 2011

the minds of the mute
are learning to speak
the tongues that were tied
begin to move freely
a people that sat
for thirty odd years
now learns to stand up
and no one can really
now tell them
they are not
their own

a Pharaoh had wanted
his own dynasty
his horse and his riders
are thrown in the sea

life circulates here
at levels unknown
as in the deep desert
where all appears death
the seeds of the future
are quietly sown
they fly through the land
at the storm’s mighty breath

the past is the womb
in which the world grows
each new generation
adds layers of soil
enriched with new life
when it turns to the light
and bearing sweet fruit
through its love, truth, and toil

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