Comes a Day
poetry & art by Tim Bulone
Comes a day when they will know our hearts
That what we want is truth
That we wield our might
More for righteousness
More for compassion
More for the children and grandchildren of the Earth
Comes a day when they will know our accounts
Are not drawn from the sweat of our brow
Or on the backs of our brothers
but from the unending supply of Spirit
which knows no count and has no end
Comes a day when we can rejoice
That we have shed the ugly skin of selfishness
To reveal our true nature
That we
Love