Unlike Others

Meet me one day,

in the uplands:

I care not if they are sunny

or shrouded in fog banks.

I will walk there

or I will fly:

it will happen if we say so,

we are promise keepers.

Unlike others,

the faithless few,

we are the many of our word:

we will do it, but when?

Man proposes,

God disposes,

we plan our long-delayed escapes

while God laughs loud and long.

Let’s meet one day,

in the lowlands:

We’ll care not if they are dismal

or distant from our homes.

We are promise keepers.

Unlike others.