A Rock, A River, A tree

    s to species long since departed,

    Mark todon.

    t dry tokens

    Of their sojourn here

    On our planet floor,

    Any broad alarm of tening doom

    Is lost in t and ages.

    But today, t to us, clearly, forcefully,

    Come, you may stand upon my

    Back and face your distant destiny,

    But seek no haven in my shadow.

    I will give you no hiding place down here.

    You, created only a little lohan

    too long in

    the bruising darkness,

    oo long

    Face down in ignorance.

    Your mouths spelling words

    Armed for slaughter.

    t today, you may stand on me,

    But do not hide your face.

    Across the world,

    A river sings a beautiful song,

    Come rest here by my side.

    Eacry,

    Delicate and strangely made proud,

    Yet ting perpetually under siege.

    Your armed struggles for profit

    collars of e upon

    My ss of debris upon my breast.

    Yet, today I call you to my riverside,

    If you udy war no more.

    Come, clad in peace and I he songs

    tor gave to me when I

    And tree and stone were one.

    Before cynicism was a bloody sear across your brow

    And ill knehing.

    the river sings and sings on.

    true yearning to respond to

    the wise rock.

    So say the Jew,

    tive American, the Sioux,

    the Greek,

    t, the Sheikh,

    traighe Preacher,