Thursday, February 11, 2010
A Crown for King #6
To make crooked plains straight, White and Black
have joined his voice crying in our waste land,
this wilderness of our own creating—
his words as water seeping into sand,
reviving withered grass and faded flower.
King of our mountain, his thunderous voice peals,
wielding his weapon that cuts without wounding—
holding aloft his blessed sword that heals.
Dry place, stony rubbish, roots that clutch,
watered by blood, by sacrifice and tears.
This greening land shall be no more two nations
as brotherhood replaces hate and fears.
We’ll find our way to love, respect and pardon—
leaves of one tree, flowers of one garden.
A Crown for King (project description)
A Crown for King #5 by Joey Nicoletti
A Crown for King #7 by Adrian Matejka