Are Freedoms Lost.

leaning to a new pond

To catch the rain and flow 

Why the rains ran the banks on by

The banks hold the swift catch

Of boats come and go

The masks and faces nearby gone

The streams beyond the hands to repair

Hold life’s many mysteries our prayers

Far and wide these little hands reach about

The suns light carried life all throughout 

Now brings me to prayer though not often 

The rain reaches the sun recedes just outcome

As forth art thou not without region declaration 

Or will lost to but for the good at hand thou art

To recover this world will reach recover

The days are not wholly night and night

Brings out the stars vigil holding hands

To the resurrection of deaf dumb blind

Return to God and creation in sight of 

The beginning and the end of judgements

Bringing them together in the finalization

Of life’s beginning way and want to read

Good will always remain to recover through

Man Woman and Child their hearts in unison 

The name it wears on its cuff holds a trinity

To Angels and Saints surging praise blessing

Now sung in unison in great belief and blessing.

(C) Daniel A McMahon