May Love guide us beyond
The sickness of subjugation
Separation
That binds and confines us
Lead us to keep on
Growing, stretching
Like the flower reaching
To sun and sky
Like the trees that tower
To the moon
And the seas that flow
Into the horizon
What happened to all
Our three wise daughters
Re-written, demonized
Forgotten in fear
Why should the male
Fear his own thoughts
Cast out his struggle
On the form of the female
Play out his own fight
On the face of the planet
Sometimes we hurt
Those close, we love most
How many times though
Lives, lessons, cycles
Must we continue
To forgive
Or may we choose
To move beyond
Choose Love, not man
As savior and guide
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