Leave the Door Cracked

Steeple piercing sky, you left the cathedral door cracked for the hunched-back,

For people like me, too feeble to turn handle, never nimble, none-too-quick,

And here there is an altar at which to pray, night and day, whatever one has to say,

And God must be listening from vaulted heaven, ne’er assaulted by cries from below

In tragic humanity’s last great show, throwing caution to the wind at every bend,

So does this poor man kneel and whisper, hushed tone echoing across stone floor

Before rising like incense to throne of truth and justice, with soul-deep moans,

Thank you for leaving cathedral door cracked neath steeple grand and imposing

Nightmare Ends in New Day Dawning

We have cried now for those who’ve died, but then we saw dreams walking

And then we heard hope talking, and watched new-found peace dawning

On the day of restoration after insurrection and so many years of frustration

Now we choose to make this home our home again as an invaluable treasure

To measure with vigilant care never sleeping, always keeping watch

Yes, the dark night has ended, by the light and grace of God, a new day dawning

With daunting challenges, yet with no more savage malic in high places

This is our day and time of hopeful anticipation, courageous dedication

Of holy purgation, and glorious acclamation with no condemnation

Yes, we’ve cried, but the nightmare is over, our dreams have been awakened

From Where Does Evil Come?

From where does evil come, to lurk so deep in the human heart?

From where or whom was born the dark art, this diabolic part?

Why does humanity so suffer, and where is the heavenly buffer?

Why so much sin that begins again and again with no end in sight?

And how do we fight our depraved nature, light our own dark path?

Why so many white-washed sepulchers in endless rows in sight?

And who hears the newborn cries of life as another aged dies alone?

Mark an appeal to the God of mercy amid the controversy of existence

In persistent chase after an answer without resistance, but assistance,

But how shall we know that holy quiesce never having tasted peace?

So comes the Prince of Peace to grant us lease on an eternity of serenity,

And joy without tears, fear, spears of war and battle gear for earthen drear

Marching Forward Undaunted

Marching forward undaunted, lurching forward haunted

By days gone by in vaunted terror, much reckless error,

Bearers of hope, good news, good will, and carefree liberty,

Without sound of fury, nothing to hurry, no reason to worry,

Looking to better days ahead, Love fed, completely satisfied,

Eternity begun, fraternity born, taciturnity turned to kind words,

And this march continues on, only begun, no ending, no bending

. . . marching forward undaunted . . .

Keep Dreaming the Dream

Dream the dream of healing and reconciliation, liberation, and restoration

Of speaking truth in love, healing with compassion, kneeling in humility,

Of walking arm in arm, talking heart to heart, of playing the better part,

Of building a new society, living in propriety, of working quietly in piety,

Of honesty, constancy, comradery, equality, and all fairness in polity,

Of playing instead of fighting, singing and dancing instead of backbiting,

Dream the dream into reality with finality this Day and forevermore!

Happy Martin Luther King Day

That Day Comes

That day comes when love wins over hate, light begins to shine in darkness,

When goodness triumphs ore the bad, and gloom and sadness disappear

From the heart of humanity, and reason drives out all wrecking insanity,

And this day we work toward that so that day will, indeed, come to succeed,

And we cannot grow weary, frightened, or dismayed but advance with cheer

And determination in reclamation of our collective salvation . . . this day,

Then that day will surely come when love wins over hate, light ore darkness,

When the final fight is won, and faith, peace and goodness reign supreme

Tomorrow Will Come

Better brighter days ahead with lighter laughter and stability,

Sweet dreams in sleep with streams of beauty and gentility,

Exciting ventures coming with inviting promises and affability,

Quieter nights so soon with mind-sights of peace and amenability,

Only wait till tomorrow and tomorrow will come with tranquility

Elysium

So far away, Elysium, where day never ends and the cabernet freely flows,

Receive me in your blessed abode, leave me not alone, deceive me no more,

For I was born for your shores, sworn for your stores of golden grain evermore,

Will you take me in to begin again, new life in perfection without soul defection,

Hope everlasting, never asking for peace, for war to cease, nothing to increase,

Never alone, always shone great wonders untold, spirit so bold, lover to hold,

Now so close, Elysium, in never-ending beginning, singing with angels winging

Elysium