We turn to Glory
And Away from Blood Until
We are Overwhelmed
Taken by the Chaos
Of Forgotten Memory
And We Cannot Breathe
As That Memory
Weaves our Shared Tapestry More
True than Any Fact
Full of Glory and
Our Bloody Hands, Survived By
Our Forgiving Hearts
Will We Never Learn
To Answer With Something More,
Different, Beautiful?
Trade Violence For Calm, 
Hear Hatred With Love, Guns with
More than Blood and Breath
A New Kind of World,
Not One Gone All Blind In a
Furious Eye for Eye
Salvation Is Ours,
Found Only With Gentle Hands
Open Hearts, and Time
But Still, Sunset Lights
The Clouds In the Soft Colors
Of Longer Journeys
And This Sunrise Drapes
The Landscape in a Warm Light
Gentle as Fine Lace
