Watching your neighbour die?
All is one,
For God gave his son.
Bonded in the knits of love,
Eyes on Him that we serve.
How great could this be?
How far could we see?
Time passes on,
It's still that bond.
But the cloth loosen,
The knits weaken.
How far had this come?
When special, do some become?
Through it all,
When time takes its toll,
Where is the tightness of the knit?
Where is the closeness of the strands?
Are we still calling ourself friends?
Are you looking at the falling man,
Or are you looking at your super-recognized brand?
In this self-centered globe,
Giving itself the self-inflicting dope,
You, at this self-conscious stance,
Witnessing your neighbour in his self-destruction dance?
ALL IS ONE!
Exclusion?
NONE.
Why stand by and watch his fall?
While you can interrupt and stop it all?
You are all an organism,
You are all a prism,
Reflecting, glorifying THE risen.
What do you have in reason?
Hasn't it been written?
