Multitude

There comes from the four corners,

Every race, all foreigners.

One purpose, yet different motives,

I hope and dream that this is non corrosive.

As we arrive in all

Many come in groups either large or small.

Entering into the threshold we assemble with one call.

One set apart, filled with wisdom and knowledge,

Stands in the midst of his people. Verily I say,he speaks words not his own.

Among greater creatures do I sit alone.

This gathering seems overwhelming,

Yet, warmth and grace I feel with every embrace.

With every burden, either sorrow,pain or joy

With hope and faith do they cleave unto a greater presence.

Life does he speak unto his people.

As I slowly observe hyper metamorphosis,

The continents of these creatures manifest into eloquent formosity.