Warwick (in wheelchair) 35 years

There is a far-distant sign
that challenges us
to forgive
in accordance with
the true knowledge.

Listen, I beseech thee.

Hear, the winds of change unravelling in the corn.

Listen, for the still beating heart as it surges for life.

Aim, the arrow of the voice that requests ‘harken’.

Demand the Day.

Warwick (in wheelchair) 35 years