The Doors of Time.

Watching a little of the Royal Coronation stage 

In the end a large very large social day made belong

A note read waving was the golden tact prayer to song 

Walk or march a social parade now was at center rage

Englands Royal Balcony in crescent beauty so revealed 

I seem to believe it was once spoken in perspective tone

Arthur the name carried in history born to prayer reborn

Touching all in sights line fall or rise of life’s other revelry 

The distant earths pomp with reach to all I close the window

But to be drawn into a moment of resolution begin touching 

The stones of time in secret near and far lands sea reaching

Where God placed the very wisdom of sword earth and plow.

(C) Daniel A McMahon