Visions And Dreams Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz

Amidst the wind and rain I see
Life is my mandolin
My soft trials of lilac glory

Let things take their course
Seasons are like an artist
Sculpted by trust

I've left the confessing church
Hope is the ivory clouds
Horizons after the war

Revolutions are too conscious
Fellowship is a miracle
Silence is a choir of wisdom

Clarion call goes in the four winds
Those that hear have a choice
Time of visions and dreams