I shall not allow the grip of grief to defeat me;
I shall accept her graciously—Persevering...
rearing this child of love...and diversity
shall not split me from who and whose I am. Me.
Nor shall it cause me to scorn who and whose you are.
Adversity shall be as an egg shell
to the soles of my feet; a wiping mat
therefor...cleaner thereof.
The vast infinite universe is one in all its parts;
so are the mortal bodies of people-hood;
and we are the world...and the world...us.
The flame of a new world beginning has been lit.
Over the horizon dawns love’s peace.
The hands of the clock of deliverance move forward;
there’s a new world coming...you better get ready.