Time now to start
To widen our heart;
And tighten the tether
That binds us together.
We are of one blood,
Though separate we’ve stood.
Time now to mend,
To heal and to lend,
To soften and bend,
And bring strife to an end.
A life of service is never wasted;
A potent truth if we embraced it.
As long as we will harm for gain,
This world of violence will remain.
It’s not a fact of war alone,
Or actions rending flesh and bone,
But it’s our ev’ry word and thought
We must amend to change our lot.
If Fear is given all control,
I fear that we may lose our Soul.
For with Fear comes hoarded life,
A primal greed, an endless strife.
Yet if in these uncertain times,
We forgo our historic crimes
And choose to Love our neighbors through,
What endless good such change could do!
It’s possible to change,
Re-think and re-arrange.
Many say that it is not,
But I think they’re a rotten lot,
Scared to finally admit
That no excuses can permit
Our bland refusal to make new
Our Souls, our Selves; So just a few
Brave persons risk the glance within,
Acknowledging whatever sin
Has led them to this place of thought,
And all the baggage they have brought.
One by one, the steps increase,
Few by few, their errors cease.
Repentance is a spiraled track,
With some steps forward, others back.
As long as one is on the move,
I think that Christ indeed approves.
So do not listen when they say,
“You’ll never outrun yesterday.”
Leave others to their judgments cold,
And strike a new course, scared but bold.