The Beginning

Since we first stood upright on two feet
since we first stretched an arm a club's length
since we first cut stone,
we became makers and destroyers,
makers and destroyers are what we are, my love,
in this world to be lived in.

On the ways behind us our footsteps are printed in blood,
on the ways behind us our high aspirations of hand and mind
and heart
are present in clay, stone or bronze, on canvas, in steel and
plastic.

Will our footprints continue bloody on the ways ahead?
Will our ways ahead finish in hell's blind alley ?


The call

God is our hands
God is our hearts and minds
God who is everywhere present,
in earth, in stone, in bronze, on canvas, in steel and plastic,
in the numbers and lines of the singer's high harmonies.

I call on you, human beings;
on behalf of books and trees and fish,
of the grain of wheat, of rice and of sundrenched streets,
of grape black hair, wheat-blonde hair and children.

Our days wait their turn in the hands of children,
our days are seeds in the hands of children,
in the hands of children they will grow green.

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