We have hope
like clouds over mountains
in a world of flatlands
where nothing ever moves
As our joy, like a rainstorm
turns deserts into seas
going from gray to water colors
and teaming coral reefs
and our laughter rolls
like the dunes before an ocean beach
calling all the world to run
and taste the salty spray.
So we’ll swim like divers
down where everything’s clear
beneath a tidal wave of rushing love
where creation’s finally free
and when we break the surface
we’ll tell all our friends
that we’ve found a sunken treasure
on a golden sunken ship
that is work more than we ever imagined
and is free for those who seek.
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