Meet Me There

In this new world let us not talk of order Let us talk of peace Order is the ugly step-child of peace Used when humanity refuses to be peaceful Order commands Sets things to rights by force Real or threatened Peace accepts Sets things to rights by love Real and unfeigned Let us walk about under the dome of the sky As brothers You in your clothes and me in mine Shake the dust of generations And wars of nations from our shoulders And meet under the shade tree We can speak of our lives in hushed tones Lovers we have loved Food we have eaten Sunrises we have wept at Deaths we have mourned Families we have created We can share an easy laughter And even lighter tears For the wasted years in which order reigned We can lie in the grass and be still Do nothing We have forgotten how to do nothing Be nothing But human Not black, not white Not Christian, not Muslim Not male, not female Not gay, not straight Not other In the grass all lines could dissolve All divisions could disappear All conflicts could end All lives could be more If only you would meet me there