Surrounded by beautyFrom poets to manNestling near the unfoundIn grandly penned rebellionWith such tempered existence;One, a visionaryThe other, merrimentEnsnaring the mind with raging-Thus plummets a star...__________________________________________________The soft wings of angels
Move me toward justice,
A justice whose embers are ready
To burst forth of our mystery
Crumbling `neath our feet,
Wet and full, awash over borders
And the citizenry of this world;
Faithful, thinking, ready for healing...
Might this be dawn of a needed peace;
Less for sorrow and flag
And more our song of kinship;
Human love?