Undeclared

©2013, Olan L. Smith

Can you read it? It is in front of you.

Continuously the hand inscribes our prelude

Marks our postlude but no one deciphers the sign.

Others must see these visions that create, entwine

A living cosmos with swiftness, drawing all things

Bringing into existence life from void, form from strings;

Definitions created by cords divine,

As hate's discourse counters, erases what is writ; our headline

Undeciphered, tunnels dim and narrow;

We anticipate an undeclared tomorrow.