Iraq

Tell me all you know is true,
And let it flow on out a stream,
Take to summit thus renewed
With Heaven’s trumpet in a dream.

The golden path lies not on earth,
But in the clouds yonder hence,
Look above, without and standing
’Ere long waiting by the fence,

It borders not of things belonging,
It merely show the limits there,
Break free from that which binds, unyielding,
Take to the clouds and hover there.

The answer is now close at hand,
It beckons you with love aflame,
Use your power for the good
Of all who live, and know your Name.