The quiet has me The night's hush The child There It cries out There Relief now There There There Now Why do we pretend the story isn't unfolding It unfolds with our thoughts in this next go around, our creations set to rise... Let us not honor death or death-makers Let us not honor war or war-makers Let us not honor fear or fear-makers Let us not honor terror or terror-makers... The Peacemakers, with the Love-maker's agreement © 2014 Mark Richard Prime
(The Weaver's Song)