There’s a voice in higher places

Striking dark and hateful chords,

And the people gathered ‘round him

Shout the words.

 

There are many silent others

Hoping kindness will prevail,

But the chanting’s growing louder

All the while.

 

In the morning we will face you.

On the morrow we will stand.

In the future we shall stop you,

As today we wring our hands.

 

Hear the voice that’s deep within you

Making sounds of truth and hope.

Let the people know that love

Will make us whole.

 

July 20, 2019