Sleepers awaken
Born of slumberous wombs
As pearls they are
Hidden in the fields
Whisper "We are here"
Watchers waiting
For he who purchased their glory
And fitting made them
To be swept up in golden nets
Proclaim "We are sent"
Stillness know they
That yeild to the crushing
Like grapes into wine
Like stones into diamonds
Sing "We are chosen"
Roused dreamers
Ransomed treasures, immortal,
Entreating the master
That the day be near
Cry "We are ready"
© Rachelle LeCount
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