Till We Meet Again

Near means far, close means distant

We roam with slim hope, living in coexistance.

They claim "History is happening, the past is being made!"

"You'll be able to tell this story someday!" 

I believe what they say, I know we'll be fine,

But I can't shake this feeling it won't be for some time.

So we spend our days locked up in our houses

Waiting for the day God finally announces,

"You've done well, you've endured all I asked,"

"Now go be together. You're free at last!"

Our faith is strong, our world will mend,

So please keep distant, until we meet again.

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
Our world
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