Lit By the Torch of Love
I see a world where brother
is a reference to all living beings
and sister is a call
to the waters, rivers, and oceans,
to the bluffs and meadows.
Where grandmother is the light of the moon
and grandfather is the starlight that is our birthright.
I see a world where heaven blooms on earth
because it blooms in the heart of each man,
each woman, each child and our stories,
our generational stories, pass the light of love
on torches of wisdom that are fueled
by the singular, unyielding power of love itself.
