The ink of the headlines point jagged accusations,
Daily, day after day, hour after hour they shoot blame,
On the news, in the interviews, a spotlight for hate,

People divided into starkly marked camps,
Us and Them,
With Us or Against Us,

They give oxygen to the voices of intolerance,
Casting the shadows of suspicion and fear,
Friends and families huddled in camps of confusion,

In a silent place a soul looks for the Beloved’s light,
Praying for peace, hoping for acceptance,
Deliverance is the pattern of her prayer.

O, my Beloved, Lord of the Worlds,
Your light of life graces our existence,
Maker of All, Giver of Hope, the Almighty,

The golden hour of the day is here,

Out there, in the bones of the cold stones,
Built by working men long gone,
Their fingerprints still linger in history,

We shall remember their cemented art,

In this palace of memories comes a princess,
From far distant sands of humanity’s colours,
She dances her passion in this serene arena,

In the solitude of the light a bird flutters her wings.

Bricks from a bygone era,
Eyes of glass gazing from times past,

Under a vast landscape of history,
There dances the heart of humanity,

Pulsating, throbbing, alive, a soul in rapture,
In tune with the Beloved’s eternal melody.

In the springtime of that dark year of grief and loss,
The light of the Beloved glowed over the world’s soul,
Over the world’s soul,

The darker days of judgement will fade away,
Hate’s darkness will cease to be,
Will cease to be,

The songs of compassion will be heard again,
Our souls shall twinkle in the days of light,
In the days of light.

In this world they shall hurl jagged rocks,
And they shall fire the bullets of hate,

But look,
And behold,

She turns the rocks into soft reclining seats,
And the hate she turns into the light of love.

Seasons of the Beloved's eternal light,
Glowing after the storms of existence,

No man made bullet shall dim the unity,
No man made pain shall dim the joy,

Step out into the landscapes of healing,
And dance to the sweet lyric of humanity.

O, my Lord of the Worlds,
Wash away the media’s inky suspicion and division,

Our world lost peaceful souls at prayer,
Plucked by a poisonous worshipper of hate,

Bring us the dance of light and unity,
Let our days be filled with humanity’s music.