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I wondered at the age old view,
gathering dust outside the window.
On the edge of somewhere lies a dream,
generated all kinds of schemes.
In the emptiness, beyond the pale,
a glow emanated, a face enlightened.
The storm abated, the world brightened.
In the cauldron of uncertainty,
in the race for light, embittered thoughts pass through,
rainbows and colour by the bright new day.
Surrendered poor man and slave,
when the chill is in the air after love ensnared
and in the cool of night, rainbow bright,
the fog cleared and justice, pure and simple equality bore fruit.
Like it was meant to all those years before,
Christ opens his widest arms, the door unlocks,
the light let in, then I knew it was meant to be
even until this day, and love will hold sway always.

About Geraldine Ward

Geraldine Ward has been writing and performing various forms of poetry and prose from an early age, and is a regular contributor at the London Farrago Poetry Slam nights. She has published a number of books including the "Now" collection, and has featured in other publications including Katie Metcalfe's "Beautiful Scruffiness" series of magazines.


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