Another dad related idea. He mentioned this guy to me a few times latterly. The idea that someone, maybe a time traveller from the future could come back and sort out all our problems. What a spoilt race we might become, god knows.
Who’d like to meet the
man from the future,
Who can remake the world
however it suits you?
He can step back in
time and turn water to wine,
He’s the saviour of
souls, the maker of goals
He's the author of all that’s Divine.
The stalker of death,
the giver of breath,
The angel of light, the path through the night,
The
answers to all of your prayers.
He’s the man from the
future in the spaceship that toots you
As it slips through the eye of a needle.
He’s the impossible
dream who makes the impossible seem
Like the truth’s at the top of the stairs.
He’s the giver of hope
who meets out the rope
And he dangles his noose from the steeple.
The pauser of thought
whose will can’t be bought,
The seer of all that is seen.
He’s waiting for you to
discover him too
But to walk one step in his tired old shoe
Puts you back at
the back of the queue for the queue.
The journey ahead, like
the journey behind
Is mapped in the twinkling stars.
A flickering light, a
mortal whim,
The moon jumps up and the sun grows dim.
The hope for the world
in the beat of a heart,
A child cries out for its mother.
Chilled by the wind as
the angels depart
And with only a shroud for a cover.
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The prudish gaze
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