The Call, Nashville, 07-07-07

At break of day, 7-7-07,
Youth and wisdom meet together,
And overflows the good,
The true and the beautiful.

Countenance the day, O God,
And come down.

Your love has found us,
and our hearts are broken.

O Light of Light,
Return,
Hear our song, and find us waiting there.

Mourning Doves of Darfur

The poor dove weeps
Her nest is torn,
Her eggs shattered on the ground,
Her babies are taken.

Where the wild man rules, destruction follows.
The wild man rules
In Darfur.

Fly away, little dove,
Fly away, while it is day,
To the cities of refuge,
Where the night is peace,
and the mourning shall be comforted.

In Practiced Symmetries

In North Korea,
The nights are dark.
The cells are cold, and the soldiers march
In perfect lines, in practiced symmetries.

Google Earth retreats, retreats until we live on one tiny marble-
Then zooming down, closer, closer,
The darkness rules in North Korea,
No food, no lights, only fight.

Preventing the day, free Koreans pray
With tears overflowing
For their captive cousins,

Starving in the darkness

Across barbed wire fences.

Their streets alight,
Google Earth shows South Korea
All light, all night,
A land where all is calm, all is bright.

Wake Commander!

As perilous looms the morrow,
America sleeps and dreams.
The mist is rising, the fog rolls in...
Deep booms the foghorn,
Warning that her Ship of State glides too near the rocky shore....

Wake Commander- hear
Hear!
The crashing wave
Against the ragged shore.

Your passengers are restless.
The dolphin escort leaps in vain,
As young sailors watch the night.