The-Utopia-Code

In the broken light of shadows fall, comes a beacon of light, on the break of waves Shadows cast to fall in the undertow and the undertaker, task maker Graver the days at play of cradles in the night Through the eye of a needle Lost in a haystack, blowing smoke rings, halos to the Heavens Shrouded in by and surrounded by the eye of the advancing storm To lay down your arms on a bed of roses she waits, as she lies to rest in the eiderdown of cotton woolly clouds On the coming storm cells, on the rise and fall Of the changing of seasons Taken back to Broken mountain, aloft, adrift the howling winds of recourse and change Born into a pack of wolves Through no fault of your own self worth, your place of birth and rest Out on the prairie of Silent night, away in a manger The light of Christ on the back of your crucifix Thrown to the wilderness May the Lord have mercy on us all, by the grace of God New moon on the rise Lunar rays a deluge in a teacup A storm that rages

You learn things in nature Things you'll never put into words Because there is none For feelings older than thought You'll learn empathy, and shame For the plucked out grass And the long dead crow You'll learn not to care Because life just carries on You'll learn patience From winds and sun and sound You'll learn urgency From storm and thunder and an empty bottle of water You'll learn you have a soul From dirt and rock And a half rotten tree trunk You'll learn you are soulless From an anthill And a broken branch You will learn to run on rocks And forget it later on You will learn there is no words For a feeling older than thought

Today I mourn senseless loss Seven souls full of courage and compassion Working to feed those starving Among the devastation of their country Their weapons were pots and pans Set over a large wooden fire But their ingredients were not just food For among them they put in their love A love that called to them Carrying them from disaster to disaster Bringing hope and strength To those struggling to rise up again Death came to you from the sky Whether intentional or not I do not know... But I do know your work has not been in vain It will continue to flourish Like seeds cast into the ground Ripening into a plentiful harvest To feed a world Hungry for peace