now that I have learned
how seasons are returned
brook my laughter here
to the running years
waterfall the fears
now that I realize
how much the world denies
green my sense leaves bright
to chlorophyl of light
photocell the nights
now that I have found
how each must choose his ground
terrace my piece of time
to a hill of sweet limes
stairway the climb
now that I have seen
how cunning walks between
mountain my trust high
to the pigmy wise
landslide the lies
now that I understand
how heart unites with hand
radar the future free
to the dove singing me
laurel the peace
journey to jerusalem
sky our thoughts to midnight
that hold no noon's repose
silence speaks in clearer voice
than day's tumultuous crows
unpave the streets to earthscape
grass pillow to our heads
as virgin stars attend once more
moon music forested
mountain our hearts to the lion
tender our hands to the dove
olive the branch over zion
to israelite our love