Message came from the mountain to the valley below
It was a whisper of a north wind, “ tomorrow I blow”.
In the trembling of the trees, all the living knew:
‘Put your bounty to seed’ was the best that you could do.
All that’s standing shall be buried
All that’s rooted must fall
All that’s light shall be carried
Love is the only home.
Another war in God’s name, one more killing spree
This time God showed up, and God did not agree.
They trained their guns to the sky trying to take down the old fool
And when bullets rained back down they cried-
“How Could God be so cruel?”