The Rock Cries Out to Us Today
A Rock, A River, A tree
s to species long since departed,
Mark todon.
t dry tokens
Of their sojourn here
On our planet floor,
Any broad alarm of tening doom
Is lost in t and ages.
But today, t to us, clearly, forcefully,
Come, you may stand upon my
Back and face your distant destiny,
But seek no haven in my shadow.
I will give you no hiding place down here.
You, created only a little lohan
too long in
the bruising darkness,
oo long
Face down in ignorance.
Your mouths spelling words
Armed for slaughter.
t today, you may stand on me,
But do not hide your face.
Across the world,
A river sings a beautiful song,
Come rest here by my side.
Eacry,
Delicate and strangely made proud,
Yet ting perpetually under siege.
Your armed struggles for profit
collars of e upon
My ss of debris upon my breast.
Yet, today I call you to my riverside,
If you udy war no more.
Come, clad in peace and I he songs
tor gave to me when I
And tree and stone were one.
Before cynicism was a bloody sear across your brow
And ill knehing.
the river sings and sings on.
true yearning to respond to
the wise rock.
So say the Jew,
tive American, the Sioux,
the Greek,
t, the Sheikh,
traighe Preacher,