Poetry: The Gathering

Now, Let every hand that holds the sword

Open to hold the hand of a stranger

 

In the warmth of fingers and thumbs

One heart is beating in us all

 

Hear the whispers in your ears

They carry the dreams of every child

These dreams are the echoes

Of our own longing for serenity

 

Let your proud and heroic flags

Fly as one mighty, force on Earth

For family and compassion

 

Then shall we find the peace

Humanity longs for - reflected

In the eyes of every soul

 

E. Laurence Bake