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, 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, 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 . . .
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 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
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
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
Crawling out from under years of oppressive fears with many tears
To greet the dawning of a new day, to meet hope again without defeat,
Bidding thankful farewell to nightmarish hell and funeral bells,
In anticipation of participation in resurrected confidence in providence,
And very thankful to be alive and not deprived of honest promise
And opportunity to witness justice without impunity, without immunity,
But also love without restraint and charity without constraint . . .
Blessed be the New Year
Crying for peace, churning for goodwill, chasing another year
And will I see you there on the flipside, new ways in new days
Can we put our hearts on the line again to begin again, new again
And trust heaven will rain down on our drought-stricken souls
And leaven our sleep with better dreams, cream of the gods
After tears flowing for years to hear now a promise door open
To an altogether better future of love and nurture
And blessings from above
O shelter from the stormy blast, hold me fast;
Quick! Speedily take me neath your covering,
Hovering over me against the tempest raging
And engaging all humanity in utter calamity
With no break for mercy’s sake – we quake –
O hide me and abide with me, (do not chide)
And save me from the rage all around about
That writes itself on each page of our history;
O shelter from the stormy blast, hold me fast!