Into halcyon days of endless cheer and song,
Fun, frolic, far flung, heed nothing and seize the day,
Burn fast and bright, a comet flash in the night,
Never ending, these broken chains and liberty unbounded.

But comes a turn unforeseen,
the marching years move on, and then so faint,
a whisper, a cry, a voice is heard
Ringing deep, into a barren less soul lost
One voice, a life, coming as an echo past.

Lastly, days and life fading, of tears shed, and a soul in search,
Into endless dreams, now shared with the cries of millions departed,
Meets an ever forgiving God and a hardened heart,
But through grace only, be heaven sent and a reunion found.

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SPECIAL NOTE: Do not miss The Glazov Gang’s special feature My Wisconsin, a poem taken from Michael Finch’s new collection of poetry, Finding Home.

Finding Home is a collection about home, nature, love, places in America, and a view of the plight of Christians in the world today. If your heart ever hearkens back to a simpler time and home, Finding Home will touch you in a way that poetry has not before:

Michael Finch is the president of the David Horowitz Freedom Center in Los Angeles. A true American patriot and defender of the Christian faith, he has spent his life fighting to preserve America’s freedom and liberties.

Mike has been published widely in a number of journals and is a frequent speaker. This, his first book of poetry, will find its place in recapturing American culture.

Make sure to order a copy of Finding Home HERE.