There is a song of peace, and we have found it,
There is a flow of love, and we will sound it.
An ancient friend is visiting our garden gate,
His ever-newness wakes us from a dormant state.
There is a light tonight, it draws the winged,
Like moths we know the fire, we dance and sing it
Our hearts pure tears of joy are as a silent hope,
To fly the way shown by a blessed phalarope.
There is a song of thanks, we live within it,
The way has always been, now we begin it,
In harmony we see beyond the d**h of birth,
In unity the Maker knows the made-of-earth..