What Endless Love and Joy Might Be

Take umbrage as jest toys with the rushing tide,
Let history be eclipsed by every fatal word and horrid deed,
Frost ranks high as burning embers choose their cherished side,
Political will, bound by military might, flanks every Christian need.

Opposites exchange glances, as angry night turns into doleful day,
Hindu gods rejoice while Ganesh scatters fragrant flowers along blood stained paths,
Islam mirrors fascist dances, as warriors thrust bloodied lances, into the gruesome fray,
Sultans flirt in pearl towers, pilfered tripe adorn polished Jags, midst shining golden calves.

Meek men fall into line, as rueful missions come,
Here lies the question, what prophets spoke,
King Richard raised the flag of Christendom,
War seems the answer, as scaled dragons woke.

Thought be damned, heed the word,
Temple guards, all blinded by the light,
As slothful doctrine is flung and hurled, violence unfurled,
Beyond the gates of righteousness, into the furious fight.

So ponder, what comes next?
Doth earth and sky meld as each day breaks?
Has Judaism judged every sacred text?
What if whales begin to speak, betwixt love's song, is that what lasting peace takes?

Gird your loins with peace,
Lay down your bloodied arms,
Welcome light to this glory feast,
Marvel as rainbow warriors don mystic charms.

Colour this world with glorious love,
Let truth and wisdom divinely enter,
Put away your war, remove your battle glove,
Let good hope, sweet life, dance round the sacred center.

If ebbing tides flow, then wane,
If flagrant war be ripped and torn,
If love allowed foothold and gain,
Perhaps folk might freely think, e'en speak, love's garments finally worn.

Precious love, in reality, so gaunt and fleeting,
Brotherly love, lying bleeding, by the thorny wayside,
Earthly joy cowers, inherits such a brutal beating,
As sleeping kings snore, drunk, by the warming fireside.

Gather your fragmented wits, for courageous Merlin's well is full,
Let standing forests sing, let fishes teem in thy wondrous sea,
Awake and see the light, as matadors break their swords, absolve the raging bull,
Commute folly beyond the tower gate, let dervishes twirl, pray what endless love and joy might be.