Something in the Distance

I see a glimpse of something in the distance…

Wounded soldiers in sink

No music is accompanying

the sounds of their marching feet.

I see rays of burning light beaming from their faces.

No music,

fills in the spaces

as millions are standing in the streets.

Dust covered nostrils,

The smell of despair

No shelter, no food

stench in the air.

.

Why did the captains choose the wrong turn?

Weren’t they supposed to lead us?

They pushed us down a one way track

They never seemed concerned.

We took the land by force,

Protesting with mighty fervor

We told them they had to turn around

 And still they stayed their course.

Now for a thousand years……..

Were they ever here?

Did we take what God had given freely

to stand in the gap and fight?

Did we know what lied ahead?

Did we use His might?

Still….a ray of burning light,

Beaming from our faces

The sounds of marching feet

Fills in the places

Where hope was rising

The quiet stirred

 I saw a glimpse of something in the distance.

 Still…..no music was ever heard.