Resurrection
I have a dream that one day armies will shoot with songs instead of bullets generals will shed uniforms for the saffron hues of Hari Khrishnas Buddha will hold conference calls between New York and Geneva St Francis will cradle again the birds of Assisi even insects will have no reason to fear us Lao Tsu will return to expound on mountains that freedom never crowns conquest never plants flags beyond borders The dead will rise to expose those who killed innocence and blamed the innocent those whose lies hatched our hatred and turned us into murderers those who will hear their grim laughter silenced by their cries of spontaneous confession Machiavelli will erase The Prince as a fraud Wolfowitz will tell us all Neocons are trapped in the chaos of the clueless the Kennedys will unmask their assassins and spend a week granting absolution to plotters who never imagined it possible Isaiah will weep with joy as Ariel abandons Dimona and its shell is claimed by sands of the Negev Wahhabis, spellbound, will intone the poems of Rumi; Shia and Sunni will greet each other with kisses of kindness while sabres of rage remain sheathed and the sacred book's lions lie down and purr to the licks of lambs in a Kabbalistic Bride's Reception of jungles, forests and fields redeemed Nuclear arsenals will explode with a pop harmless and hilarious as clouds of balloons bursting we will at last hear the trees speak tell us why they are rooted and how their quiet peace resurrects flowers and leaves Ghandi will walk with Jesus on water. They will hail the resurrected dreamer- Martin Luther King- while he hauls into his boat constellations of fish with silken nets of starlight JACK GRADY Jack Grady is a member of the Ox Mountain Poets, based in Ireland. His poetry has appeared in journals in Ireland, the United States, France, and the United Kingdom. |