One Land of many, many islands of one.
Granite mountains of divide.
Build upon opinions not shared and stones thrown of hate.

No connections made.
No empathy shared.
No voices heard.
No stories spoken.

Anger and darkness reside.
A flood of anger and despair builds.
These things crash down as waves of black stain upon the ground.

One sad face looks up to hope and pray.
A drop of water falls upon his face.
A baptism font is a calling.
One source of water to be found.

The staff of Moses held aloft.
Blue skies of topaz and soft cotton clouds do split and part.
One single small cloud now sparkles.

That cloud  is spied.
The sad face does see a gentle thread of cord of spiders’ silk or Gossamer wings floating and cascading by.
One end of silken thread is held upon high.
The other end finds its mark upon that one lonely heart.

The centre shifts.
I become us.
Empathy found and stated.

Now that ethereal cord does glow.
It starts off slow, but the wick does brighten.
White upon white.
Glow upon glow.
It burns with love, but no heat is found.
Just understanding from above.

A divine spark is received.
A heart is melted.
An ancient message is delivered.
A connection is founded.
A gentle smile upon the face.
A greeting of Hello.
Like a baby a new dawn is delivered, a purpose founded.

Those cords grow strong.
They splinter from the man
Whirlwinds of cord play and dance.
The dance they play like a flicker of a flame on a paschal candle.

The whirlwind departs to receive a master.
The cords go faster to save a soul.
A rush of wind is heard as the cords do play.

Those granite boulders are meet as shields of hate.
From those cords fine fingers shoot out.
They smother up those symbols of hate.
As a blanket on a fire.

Those rocks start to hum as the smile grows brighter and the cords grow tighter.
Noise is heard.
Trumpets are blaring.

Rocks of despair quiver and quake.
At last, those rocks do break.
See those rocks fall asunder.
To be replaced by
one more lonely face.

Look of doubt upon the lonely face.
A fear of them is felt.
A fire of hate is fuelled.

That happy man.
The golden man.
The common man stares and smiles.
He waves and greets the lonely stranger.

The sad man.
The angry man.
Meets that happy stare and begins to chortle.

Quick now see that cord it shines so bright.
One cord splits and hews in two.
A new mark is found.
A new home is needed
Another connection is received and granted.

Strangers no more.
Two connected by a cord.
Another heart is melted.
God's grace is granted.

From connections do cords grow.
Build upon man, Grace and empathy.
Like double helixes these fine chords bourgeon.
The silken chords grow so bright just as neon lights.
Once again they dance.
To seek out hatred.
To seek out despair.
To replace with care.

More granite hums and disperses.
More sad faces are a found.
More faces set apart.
To see only us and them.

Joyous golden voices are heard ‘come join us’
Once again a connection is stirred.
A sorrow departing.

The Gossamer cords burn oh so bright.
To shine with God's grace
Cords split and join.
More joy to seek.

Stains of blood upon the Earth are washed away.
Upon these shores islands stand no more.
Replaced with green grass of emerald hue and mirrors of dew.
Bridges now formed.

Voices now sing.
Shared respect like fragrant Flowers of yellow and blue is now instilled.
Agreements are heard.
Disputes still occur.
Yet those cords still build and bind.

People share who may not agree.
But respect is upon their lips like sweet honey.
One cord still up on high but joined to all.
God’s Grace is known and empathy shown.