In a sea of white float six surviving olives
Bobbing amongst the monotony they recognize only one another as themselves
Forever sailing in search of a home to call their own, on their own
Castaways weathered away by the waves
They've drowned more times than they've survived
Barely alive they refuse to die due to circumstance
It is by chance they've made it this far
They follow the North Star toward Bethlehem
Wise beyond their years yet blinded by their faith there is no end in sight
They can't seem to see that it's just a mirage
Under the moonlit visage is where they get a glimmer of what once was and a dream of what could have been
It is a sin to make for thyself a sculpted image, or any likeness of anything that is in the heaven above, or the earth beneath, or that is in the water below (Exodus 20:4-6)
Lowly thoughts make a muck of us all
Each day the dawn breaks and the sun shines across nothing but water as far as the eye can see
Six lonely olives sail the seven seas searching for their promise land
I pray one day they find it
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The Age Of Aquarius: Awakening My Emotions Through Poetry
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