the ten o'clock news
do you know where your children are?
the new fear alert
is it amber or yellow?
and I have to hide in a quiet place
away from the airwaves and angry noise
the trees are all greener, their leaves are all broader
the breezes are sweeter, the faint sound of water
surrounded by death, there's a beacon here
a whisper of worth to my tired ear
it tells me "be strong
the night may be long
but you know there's no need to fight
so take up the light and be saved"
at Uncle Sam's grave
I received my benediction and gained back my vision
so I shed my skin, became one out of many
the Tennessee hills up to old Allegheny
emboldened by love, all the fates aligned
embracing a truth of the highest kind
back in that clearing, a new spark was growing
and without a word, I knew where I was going
where difference dissolves, joy's invited in
I let it enfold me like second skin