Post by josh on Nov 15, 2011 20:35:02 GMT -7
If sacred land we tread with hearts
uncluttered by cares that fill our days,
and if we turn with all our skill and arts,
and vow to end our mindless ways,
if we turn our love on all that we see
and hate not the bad, and loving still
those that do harm us, then surely we'll be
children of Love, beset by no ill.
For how can it be that blood is shed still
when all these long centuries, lo, it's been shed?
Has it not been enough, have we not had our fill?
will we not stop to count the numberless dead?
Will we still let war-mongers be leaders of men,
shouting "Freedom!" and "Peace!" from the end of a blade?
Do we still believe violence can be violence's end
or that war ever anything but misery made?
Let us turn then in Love, on sisters and brothers
on mothers and fathers, on daughters and sons.
If we are to be saved, it won't be by others:
look around, behold, we're the only ones.
So I say, only Love can heal this ache,
we must love and love, till our hardened hearts break.
uncluttered by cares that fill our days,
and if we turn with all our skill and arts,
and vow to end our mindless ways,
if we turn our love on all that we see
and hate not the bad, and loving still
those that do harm us, then surely we'll be
children of Love, beset by no ill.
For how can it be that blood is shed still
when all these long centuries, lo, it's been shed?
Has it not been enough, have we not had our fill?
will we not stop to count the numberless dead?
Will we still let war-mongers be leaders of men,
shouting "Freedom!" and "Peace!" from the end of a blade?
Do we still believe violence can be violence's end
or that war ever anything but misery made?
Let us turn then in Love, on sisters and brothers
on mothers and fathers, on daughters and sons.
If we are to be saved, it won't be by others:
look around, behold, we're the only ones.
So I say, only Love can heal this ache,
we must love and love, till our hardened hearts break.
