Take me to the crystal rivers that flow with calm pristine diamond torrents that glow. Take me to where all seasonless yields grow from the effortless hands of men who sow. Take me to lands of neither high nor low, where equality reigns with none below. I see meadows lush that men do not mow. I see people who do not toil for dough, with minds innocent, and without a foe, beaming with smiles radiant that overflow. In gardens green where sorrow does not show, kindness is what all men their neighbours owe. For all men do not accusations throw at their neighbours calm who vice do not know. Where each man with a cheerful heart says hello!
Most of those with great religious belief would think you are writing about heaven.
But I would suggest that great trials and tribulations facing us would force everyone to become self educated and leave the childish, selfish lives we have been living for a more altruistic view of each other, leading to the paradise you describe, right here on earth.
Martin Luther King may not have seen it, in his lifetime, but he could see it coming, just like you have described, and someday, like you have described, it will come to pass.
Deemed One of the Top 10 indie Fantasy releases of 2010 by Fantasy Book Critic, and listed in the first ever Publishers Weekly Indie Select issue, the original 235k word epic title was written in longhand in a Texas prison cell by M. R. Mathias.
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but we can dream, and we can pray...
A pleasure to read...
Best wishes, Diana...
But I would suggest that great trials and tribulations facing us would force everyone to become self educated and leave the childish, selfish lives we have been living for a more altruistic view of each other, leading to the paradise you describe, right here on earth.
Martin Luther King may not have seen it, in his lifetime, but he could see it coming, just like you have described, and someday, like you have described, it will come to pass.
Ron