There's always those moments
The impudent intrusions
The reaching of human imagination
Into the humdrum nothingness
Of everyday events
The effortless consequence
Of being human
The despatches from beyond
The paint brush sweeping
In the brightest colours
That leap onto
The canvas of our days
The thousand events
That shine a light
On those pathways
That appear
From the cries in the cradle
To the battlefields of conflict
The course is set
In a different direction
It lies in the human mind
The spirit of a thousand musings
To change our weary world
©Mary Cecil
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