Embodying the Light
Lone 'neath the weeping willow dark,
The lies we spoke, in whispers sown,
Scarred the blackened bark,
That all may see and groan.
Begot in shade the woe and pains,
That climb and twist through iron roots,
Forming our bondage chains
Of deadly dark disputes.
Speak! Speak! Cried the girls and boys,
In weeping mud, and wailing rain.
Alas there was no noise,
In the darkness: deaf and vain.
Yet hear the bell’s cheer!
Revealed in the warm sun,
A spectacle all shall hear,
When the light has won.
Love! Love! Sang the children and men,
Through breathing grass, in dancing glades.
Love! Love! Piped the doves and wrens,
In the light: where truth is made.
So echo the love and joy of light,
Sing the hymns of peace it shines,
Lest all, in truth, rise to fight,
For Light, the visage most divine.
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