We Kneel Humbly At Your Feet And Plead

May pride wash away in a salty wave

To the horizon, left to drown and rest

Amongst forgotten relics of past days

May obligation fall from a high peak

To the hard earth, left to shatter and rest

Amongst overlooked grains, brittle and weak

May burden catch a wing on a sharp wind

Up to the heavens, left to hang and rest

Amongst unearthly matter, all sun-singed

We now trudge the novel, fresh –

                                                    ly broken

Undetermined ground of a new era

Raw and wounded, it crumbles under foot

We need guidance, path makers, mould shapers,

Not solely upholders of tradition

Clinging to sepia hued memories,

But ones to lead us forth through blinding light

Into foreign atmospheres unfolding,

For you must conquer a bold decision,

Unasked of you until this affliction