One bright candle is all that is needed
to start a fire; to begin a blaze that will
burn away the hatred that is found
trapped in the essence of the warrior.
One lone voice is sufficient to start
a movement that will ignite the
earth into a screaming passion to
live out the message of peace
given to us by Christ. There is no
honour in victory if even one person
must die in the process of the stampede
There is no passion like life growing,
growing within us all. Surrender to the
flames of change, movement, eternity.
Invite the enemy for dinner, sit at table
and break bread. One hand reaching out
in friendship can change the anticipation
of the world. I don't admire the warrior.
The message is outdated. Fading banners
and fading songs that play endlessly in a
choir of violence. Misinformation from
the morally unformed. I don't admire the
voices raised for blood and honour,
stinking in uniforms of endless hate.
Instead, I celebrate the refrain of celestial
voices sighing for each of us to be peace.
One bright candle is all that is needed
to start a fire; to begin a blaze that will
burn away the hatred that is found
trapped in the essence of the warrior.