The Pattern Maker

 

 

The patternmaker lifts his hands up to the sky

And the winds change

The blue horizons come forever nearer

And the sun shines

 

The joyful people, they start to dance and sing

To the new day

And the orchestra begin to play a tune

To lead the way

 

The doubters come forwards to claim their victory

They thought they’d won

For the prophets had told them of their fate to be

Since time began

 

The dancing people are not singing anymore

They wait and see

For they are the doubters of the doubters

Only fate can see

 

As the winds of fate start to slowly drift away

The sky grows dull

And the prophets tell their tales of times gone by

And times to come

 

Those ancient stories from the distant past

Are still told now

Stories of a maker of patterns in the sky

Who came one day

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Miracles were his to perform at will, they said

And this he did

He led the people into the new day

He led them well

 

But he had many doubters and ones who did not follow

Forgive, he said

They too will follow, when their time to follow comes

So wait, he said

 

While they waited for the followers to come

The sky grew dark

And when all who had come to wait had gathered

The waiting starts

 

Then the pattern maker did lift his hands up to the sky

And the winds changed

The blue horizon came forever nearer

And the sun shone