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by Judith Meldrum

In golden days it's been foretold
A harvest supper we will hold,
With open hearts and open minds
Our real life's purpose reminds.

The acts of faith, hopes for the world
It is written, haven't you heard?
A new dimension there will be
On virgin soil - A prophecy ...
We'll find the light, expose the dark
For heaven's sake, a rainbow ark
Rescued from death, with soul-mates too,
Not fire and brimstone - me and you!

Lovers always live in hope
Of love itself, their spirits float.
Promises to children made
"Know thyself", with whom you've played
Take my hand, and be my friend
For this beginning has no end