Outpost Poetry

The Destiny of Fertile Ground

In this the day of new beginning, it is the vision that drives the hands and feet.
Putting the pieces of togetherness in their alignment with things wide open.
Coming to full circle so that all ends meet.

I look out from my eye windows, and I see the bridges into tomorrow through the green world of now.
Windows of opportunity, stretching out across the forever,
the building of green and a clear channel of good intention moving in a direction.

The healing must go deeper, deeper than ever before, deeper than yet imagined.
Healing the bones moving in upliftment to new ground.
Blending the many possibilities so good things get done and one day flows into another.

Building a gateway to the dream of dreams through fertile ground, a land of plenty.
Holding the vision of our togetherness day into day, the destiny of every foot step.
One day unlike any other.

Joe Nelson Icet

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