If wishes came true,
if thoughts and prayers
did more than pander,
I would ask for them
for me and for you.
Instead: mercy.
Forgive us Mother
for we have sinned.
We now know that
“You be you and
I’ll be me” only
produced a bounty
of wounding enmity.
We want to be good
as our mothers taught.
We want to stand tall
when judgement falls.
Grant us strength to
subdue our desires;
to span the space
that foments anger.
To consider, to reflect,
to summon empathy,
to hold the darkness,
with life in repose.
It’s in the fermata
where crescendos begin.
The pause of wisdom
where character thrives.
When mind and soul
are sealed with Nature
there is hope, courage,
and tranquility.
Where will we go,
what will we do,
whom will we hate,
once our hearts are whole?
Hand in hand,
reaching across the void,
in search of compassion,
one heart, one destiny.
Heading into the wind,
toward the light,
we stride past fear,
to save tomorrow.
To meet the sky
and be welcomed home.
To be redeemed
and know what’s right.
When there is no problem,
only peace remains.
Embracing temperance
to be good again.
Oh, to be good again.
