The Forge

Wind and stars
High places
And attitudes of composure

How can we cherish this place?
We change the landscape day by day
Age by age
And we watch it being subdued and reorganized.

So with what talent can we express our sentiments
Our reverence
For the spirit of this our home?

Generations come and go
Once this was understood to belong to God
Then, it was given generously
Later parceled and sold
Now we crowd each other, holding our bowls out
We discuss our chances as we walk the sacred ground

Take off your shoes

What terrible stroke of God will save this land?

Venus sails bright tonight
Early beacon of the heavens
Rising undaunted
We think we cannot afford the cost, yet Venus rises

God, I throw in my lot with you
Then if you slay me
You will also carry me home
Even as the sun sets on this sacred place
Day is dawning elsewhere on your land.