Symbols of war,
      violence erupts in the mind, first,
how do we keep it at bay,
        when so many can’t see,
what the earth can provide.

What can the earth provide,
as the symbol,
when the soil is dry,
when the sky is red,
when our eyes are bloody,
when the drumming of our hearts sing out songs of pain,
                           of redemption,
                                   of justice.

Nights full of terror cause us to overlook the waning glow,
to bask in the light … of Venus
the love of the infinite.

Sorrow needs to transform into compassionate action.
We need to find common ground, the shared purpose.
To throw ourselves into the repair.
To learn and to teach.
Lift the veil.
Kiss the universe.
Loosen the grip, let go of ideas, of eternal and immortal.
Focus on the now.
Join the chorus.
Beckon change — for the better.

Lead with love.
Tread with care.
Follow with integrity.