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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