the old order
of things
Is passing, a
new day
has dawned,
in my soul
a flame,
a fire, has
been kindled,
and though
at times
it burns low
it will not
be extinguished...
+
the old order
of things
Is passing, a
new day
Has dawned,
in my soul
a spring,
living water
has begun to
flow,
and though
at times
it is
only a trickle
it will not
dry up...
+
the old order
of things
Is passing, a
new day
Has dawned,
in my soul
a soft breeze
blows scattering
the debris of
what was,
and though
at times
it is softer than
a single breath
it will not cease....
+
the old order
of things
IS passing, a
new day
HAS dawned
