The age of the spirit will start with whispers among the lambs while Sauron’s eye watches every inch of life from his panoptical tower. There will be whistles carried by birds. And there will be signs drawn with toes on the sand to show the way the fish will swim. There will be a moment when the glory gathers on the hills, and if the seeds are sown perfectly, then the princes of this world will step out of their castles and lay their guns on the ground so that heaven will face no resistance.
Maria: A Poetry Collection 