Songs of the Lilly

There is a lily in a pond that sings to me
a song of love and peace and golden times
when man held hands with man because he understood.
He understood that connection is stronger than separation
and acceptance of differences profoundly more rewarding than dismissing others,
because they are not other.
There is no other!

There is a lily in a pond that sings to me across the water
a mournful song of longing.
A longing for an end to hate-filled rhetoric, of cunning and unabashed ignorance,
of machinations designed to blind, divide and splinter all that was once whole,
was content with that wholeness.

There is a lily in a pond that sings to me
songs that break my heart into tiny precious pieces.
Seven billion fragments of blood and tears,
of sweat and bone and pain and courage,
of perseverance, compassion and everything in-between.
Of good and bad and right and wrong,
of male and female and everything in-between.
Every fragment is part of me too,
but when there is division I am not whole –
and I want to be whole again!

There is a lily in a pond that sings to me
a song of remembrance of who I am – and of you,
and who we are together.
You are not other.
I am not other.
There is no other.
Sing louder lily, I beg you sing louder!
Sing louder so that more may hear and pause and see and understand and then,                     only then, this bleeding heart can rest and bleed no more.