Wash away the downpour of pain,
Let the ache left by false leaders ebb far away,

Make that call to the smiling season of summer,
Bright light of the Beloved's eternal mercy,

Step into the parlour where dreams are heard,
These are the moments from the pages of memory.

There will be days of darkness and unrest,
The land coughing sick with worry,

Leaders barricaded behind dark doors,
Ignoring the writing upon the walls,

On those days bask in the Beloved's mercy,
Stand there by the golden doors of light,

Let pain and fear ebb away to distant shores,
Drink in the sweet nectar of existence,

Heal and nourish the soul with life's glow,
Paint each day with humanity's eternal rainbow.

In the late daylight a symphony of blades,
Angel wings encrusted with silent grief,

Too many lives lost,
Too many lives wept away,

O, my Lord of Mercy and Light,
Grace our world with hope,

We pray for the days of peace,
Let light and love wash away all pain.

Your writing lit up the imagination,
Deeply human tales full of passion,
Full of life and love,
Death too,
Death upon the lonely highways of the world,
Yet even in death, you gave us hope,
The spirits of your characters lived on,
And you shall too,
Your stories will live ever on,
Thank you for the emotional magic,
Blessings be upon your soul.

Ravens flutter over branching headlines of hate,
One merging into another, day after day,
The same terrifying narrative of suspicion and fear.

Souls locked inside landscapes of ignorance,
Never quite escaping the dangerous fog of lies,
From every angle the victims suffer accusations.

She, the lady of the night’s eternal truth, she rules,
For her the moon of midnight is her crown,
Her words are the words of the silent pearls.

Darkness and prejudice cannot prevail in her kingdom,
She harvests the milk from the mountains of harmony,
Drink in her sweet dance, and remember the songs of life.

The blanket of the Beloved’s light above me,
The soft grass of solitude my bed beneath me,

All around me the darkness of intolerance,
All around me it circles and prowls, closer it comes,

I have no fear of those who try to hurt me,
I have no hate for them, nor any venom,

My dreams roam in the valleys of eternity,
In those faraway fields my spirit soars freely.

O, my Lord of Light and Reason,
Bestow upon me the fragrance of peace,

No more pain and division,
No more war and suspicion,

Shine the mercy of friendship on all nations,
Give us the days of summer’s rainbow rains.