(Pandemic Poem 6) The New Ones by Jyoti Wind

Golden Rose, Photo by Jyoti Wind

The New Ones

The old Gods tumble

like huge mountains,

tumbling backwards

on themselves.

The land and seas

take them back,

bury them with love,

as their time is over.

The new Ones rise,

hearts ablaze with love,

light radiating

from their brow,

to illuminate the path

they will walk

with the people,

partners

in the new earth,

come from far off

finally

to blaze forth

the new time,

the future Golden Age

we were all born

to initiate.



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