Every child is born of blood and pain, How sad to see children die, soldiers of war, When will the day come, suffering humanity, Precious child of the Earth, do not be afraid of love, Child of God, born of the Infinite One, how sacred you are! "If only it were that easy!" you say…
--Fred Pulver
3/12/2002
In the end the beginning is found,
For every tragedy there is another chance
I stand by the side of the highway of life,
It would make no more sense than to kill the Earth!
Yet there are people who would do just that:
Fred Pulver
12-20-04
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When the eagle flies with the dove,
When the seasons of shame bring fresh fruit,
Before the new dawn the old embers lay smoldering,
Along with the renewal the shorebirds will fly.
Peace! There is nothing new that can’t be known,
Alone is the midst of plenty,
Come! Let us stretch ourselves beyond the limits,
Fred Pulver
12-20-04
And every child is infinitely precious!
The tenderness of love cannot fathom
How precious you are, dearest ones,
Princes and princesses of the Infinite One!
Refugees of atrocities, unspeakable tortures,
Horrors of man’s inhumanity to man!
When crops will grow for the feeding of nations,
When love for each precious child of the one true God
Will outshine the motive for profit at the expense of life!
Do not be afraid of nurturing, helping, giving and healing!
Do not be afraid of giving your life so others can live!
The greatest among us were those that gave the most!
Surely, we who were born out of love, in the midst of love,
From parents who gave us their unconditional love,
Can begin to give of this love so that others can live!
When will the love of one another replace the love of money!
When will we learn to trust the One who gave us our lives,
The One who "knows our needs even before we ask"?
I say, "It ONLY is that easy!"
In The End
In the darkness of night the day begins.
In the cycle of life death and birth are seen,
In the raindrop the cloud that spawns it.
In every rainbow the sun shines
The heat of day gives way to the cool of evening
Without life’s brief span there would be no eternity.
And watch the river flow.
To block the flow would turn its energy
Into a stagnant pond.
Change the flowing river into blocks of ice,
And the fresh mountain stream into pools of death.
What would deprive such people of all reason?
Before the New Dawn
And the rain falls upon the green earth,
Bringing all dreams to full bloom,
The sky will open and they will be free.
And the alabaster sunrise gives way to clear skies,
Then we will drink from the air and breathe the water,
We will live with the earth as one people.
The sky cast its shadows upon the deep.
The eagle poised upon the pinnacle,
Plunges to announce the rebirth.
The sun will reveal the twins astride the clouds,
The path into the unknown will be revealed,
And the knowledge of the ages will be revisited.
There is nothing unborn that cannot be sown.
There is nothing hidden that will not be revealed,
There is nothing departed that will not arrive.
Astride the seal of great favor,
The renewal will come in the clouds,
And speak of the great becoming.
Let us reach into the heart divine,
Let us drink of the water sublime,
Let us breathe of the pure air of Heaven.