Some Little Thoughts

On Sinais bed, they sleep:
The Jew; the Arab; the White; the Black;
On Sinais bed, they live to learn
Of good that comes from mans concern;
And help for neighbours, in time of need,
Puts wings on hearts, and spirits rise to see
Mans helping hand: His brothers gain.
In truth, the tallest tree sprouts from the smallest seed. 

On Sinais bed, they learn
How many men can work as one;
From walks of life, diverse, contrary,
Come love to all, and every, adversary.
The comfort, care, the heeling balms,
Dispensed with hands that ask for naught,
But freely given, from morn to dark.
Sweet melodies: Come sing these loving psalms. 

On Sinais bed, when all seems bleak,
When health has waned and pains confused,
When minds no longer ponder works begun,
As did the body when it was young,
When sight is clouded, gone days serene,
When calls for help seem wasted, vain,
From paths, obscure, she comes, unpaid, unsung.
No love is greater than the introvertive, selfless dream. 

On Sinais bed, when doors are closed,
Man stands naked, once more the babe;
No longer does his mind reflect,
Aeons of hate, cruel, select;
No time to think of past hates,
When life is cheap, death the coin,
In sickness, all men are one;
As are we, sons, daughters, loving mates. 

On Sinais bed, the angels come to rest;
On Sinais bed, the volunteers are blessed;
On Sinais bed, all men work as one;
On Sinais bed, lifes work has just begun;
On Sinais bed, social glues are brewed;
On Sinais bed, love is cut from timbers, special hewed;
On Sinais bed, love is the adhesive force; and,
On Sinais bed, the waters of lifes loving fountain may be forever viewed.