On faith’s battered back calm eyes etch prayers that cool a nation’s hot rage.
The River of Winged DreamsThe same hot lightning that burns your blood with passion–– cools your fears with peace.
The River of Winged DreamsIn an age of bombs guzzling blood, skylarks merge peace with thought and action.
The River of Winged DreamsNow come the whispers bearing bouquets of moonbeams and sunlight tremblings.
The River of Winged Dreams