October 13, 1986

 

those who hold the storm clouds back

why do they take this task

the saving of a race

so surely doomed to die

can this be done by man

 

the storm winds blow

longer than today

friendships die

promises end

when the handshake is forgotten

too soon the axe may fall

 

can man deny

the hand of God

 

its faith will be its doom

ending all that’s known

separate paths someday converge

continue and will not change

ideologies clash in flame

 

prophets of a way

their own destruction bring

man will fall

while angels sing

the end of all that’s known

 

On the cover of “Time” this week was a drawing

of two men, pushing aside darkened clouds of war.