In the frozen wastes of fear, hatred and
lost memories of community
hearts ached with memories of joy,
love and laughter
haunting the echoing chambers of
cold, sad spirit and soul.
Memories sang in distant halls
of love and its power
to bridge chasms and
leap over mountains of distrust,
to open up the vast halls of
to bring the power of courage to mortal lives,
to the chant of love pealing
through the shadows as
hearts and souls lit up in memories recalled
of times of loving kindness.
And one bright day
the ice melted, the warmth of love
sprang forth and multiplied
until once again hearts and souls
remembered the power of love,
the joy of community,
the fire of passion and
the unity of all humanity.
And people hugged, loved, laughed, cried with happiness and
forgot forever the frozen wastes that were melting,
filling hearts and souls with divine happiness
in the glow of bells pealing out the sound of love.
(I am indebted for my inspiration to two images of waterfalls – one flowing, one frozen – from The Republic of Ann, a blog by Ann who creates wonderful photography from The Rockies in America)