Enchanted by a sleeping spell,
We’re waiting for the ringing bell;
The bell will waken drowsy men,
They’ll recognize themselves again.
But who will make the first note ring,
And give those men a fresh new spring?
For ages long, their sleep did last,
For endless time, the spell was cast.
And while asleep, the people dreamt
That all were held within contempt;
They dreamt that sorrow was their fate,
For guilt was thought to rule their state.
And all believed their guilt was real,
And fear of God they all did feel;
But guilt and fear make for a hell
That lasts as long as lasts the spell.
Illusions make us feel the fear
That what’s rejected will come near;
The thoughts we hate, we will reject,
They are the thoughts that we project.
But when we hate our fellow man,
On love and joy we place a ban;
We can’t remove all hate within
By hating others’ seeming sin.
This world has not an outer part,
Nor inner room to hide our heart;
The world we can’t divide or cut,
Or keep our door tight sealed and shut.
For all is one, inside and out,
And hate returns by some odd route;
The fear we feed, the hate we send,
Make love to freeze, and peace to end.
But when we learn that guilt’s not true,
We find attack is not our due;
Our guilty thoughts remove all peace,
So that the spell will never cease.
But if one could forgive all guilt,
The road to peace would soon be built;
That one at last would ring the note,
Make guilt to flee, make fear remote.
And people would no longer sleep,
The light into their eyes would creep;
And men would cease to throw their hate,
Forgiveness would their joy make great.
So let’s all be the one to save,
To bring this world back from its grave;
No one will dwell in hells of fear,
The song of love, all men will hear.
(written c. February 2019)