Prophecy spoken to me
From somewhere within
By a small static voice
Promises of potential
Pictures of a choice
Whispers of a vision

I don’t see the destruction
That falls on all shores
Or envy that causes wars
But a free wielding option
Of a lasting peace
For those who will believe

Where there are prophecies
Some will not succeed
So why not dream serenity
Instead of man’s lust and greed
As the end result
Of life’s never ending

© 2019 Tim D. Coulter Sr.