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Sunday, September 28, 2014

Before the Stones

Blue tomb stone rows against dappled green
So cool - so calm - so seemingly clean.
A little wishful silent escape 
From holocaustal ELF rape.
Where blue jays cry above my head
For all the tortured and the dead.
And cones drop from lasered trees
As my heart drops to its knees.
Oh deliver them, God, from over there
To the courage to stand up and care.
Stop the puppets from raging wars
Against each other, and see the doors
To rays of dappled beckoning Light
So that their Hearts can banish the night.
Stand up - STAND UP - before the stones
Where Love still hangs on the cross alone.