Enlightened, humanity will no longer hide any part of itself from the eyes of the world.
Conscious minds and moral hearts fear not the day of exposure, they shall find no shame .
Like minds shall be as one, wishing only to give of themselves to those who still hide within the eclipse of their mind.
Individuality shall not be lost, as it takes a village to raise a cause.
Perhaps, the darkness that presides the dawn is but a shadow cast by the character of the soul.
Society exposed, without difference and divide, finds acceptance in place of judgement.
Earth shall sing a joyful song for all of humanity, come along, come along!
About the Creator
Pamela Walsh-Holte
Retired social worker seaking to find my name among the "Chreators we are Loving", but alas it has not been so. Be still my heart, do not despair, your day may come...Until then I wait, anticipating some, be it ever so slight, recognition.
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