A Rock, A River, A tree

        s to species long since departed,

        Mark todon.

        t dry tokens

        Of their sojourn here

        On our pla floor,

        Any broad alarm of tening doom

        Is lost in t and ages.

        But today, t to us, clearly, forcefully,

        e, you may stand upon my

        Bad face your distainy,

        But seek no haven in my shadow.

        I will give you no hiding place down here.

        You, created only a little lohan

        too long in

        the bruising darkness,

        oo long

        Face down in ignorance.

        Your mouths spelling words

        Armed for slaughter.

        t today, you may stand on me,

        But do not hide your face.

        Across the world,

        A river sings a beautiful song,

        e rest here by my side.

        Eacry,

        Delicate and strangely made proud,

        Yet tiually under siege.

        Your armed struggles for profit

        collars of e upon

        My ss of debris upon my breast.

        Yet, today I call you to my riverside,

        If you udy war no more.

        e, clad in pead I he songs

        tave to me when I

        And tree and stone were one.

        Before icism was a bloody sear across your brow

        And ill knehing.

        the river sings and sings on.

        true yearning to respond to

        the wise rock.

        So say the Jew,

        tive Ameri, the Sioux,

        the Greek,

        t, the Sheikh,

        traighe Preacher,

        teacher.

        they all hear

        tree.

        today, t and last of every tree

        Speaks to o me, he river.

        Plant yourself beside me, he river.

        Eac of some passed on

        traveller, has been paid for.

        You, w name,

        You Pawnee, Apache and Seneca,

        You , h me,

        t,

        Left me to t of other seekers--

        Desperate fain, starving fold.

        You, turk, t...

        You ti, the Kru,

        Bougolen, arriving on a nightmare

        Praying for a dream.

        yourselves beside me.

        I am tree planted by the river,

        be moved.

        I, tree

        I am yours--your passages have been paid.

        Lift up your faces, you have a pierg need

        For t m dawning for you.

        ory, despite its wreng pain,

        ot be unlived, and if faced h ce,

        Need not be lived again.

        Lift up your eyes upon

        the day breaking for you.

        Give birth again

        to the dream.

        omen, children, men,

        take it into the palms of your hands.

        Mold it into t

        Private need. Sculpt it into

        t public self.

        Lift up your s.

        Eaew hour holds new ces

        For new beginnings.

        Do not be wedded forever

        to fear, yoked eternally

        to brutishness.

        the horizon leans forward,

        you space to plaeeps of ge.

        his fine day

        You may he ce

        to look up and out upon me,

        tree, your try.

        o Midas t.

        o you noodon then.

        his new day

        You may o look up and out

        And into your sisters eyes,

        Into your brotry

        And say simply

        Very simply

        ith hope

        Good m.
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