In the trove of darkness which marks your despair ... 

There is a beam of light which travels faster than the wind ...

A few raindrops have landed upon it, and now it sparks ...

The shock propels forth ... and connects two lonely doves

Who seek light ... THAT light ... the beam which electrifies ...

And as the ripples it sends through the air alight on their heads

The rational mind within mulls over the consequence ...

Is this beam traditional? ... Or is its uniquity so extreme ...

It is worth a second look ... a second touch ... seconds to count ...

Within its out-reaching arms ... ?



The belief exists there are no walls to tall to climb ...

There are no objects too large to conquer ...

And no distance too great to travel ...

Where love and understanding are boundless ...



Tunnels and bridges are built to connect people

And where there are no foundations for them ...

Then there are feats of engineering so superb ...

We - the ordinary grounded people of this planet

Are enabled to take to the skies to bridge those gaps ...



All it takes is the desire to touch ... 



Christopher W. Thomas

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