I walk through a pure white city.
Its humble denizens are kind.
My voice is inadequate.
I want to transform this day
into a modern temple of marble.
However, I must wait for a sign.
As the times begin to change,
I have a choice to make.
Will I fight the foreordained?
Should I swim downstream?
My life is a book of years.
Each day fills a page.
My prayers are written upon them.
When the temple is complete,
my fears will fade away.
I will worship in peace.
Its light will fill me with hope.
W. Wayne B.
Kindle poetry chapbook: Journey Through a Garden
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© 2014 W. Wayne B.
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