The Fall and Rising Again of Many

 If of immortal flowers light was heat

Then was heat light

Then were no gardens of ornament which could confine it

That beyond which budding flowers were deemed weeds

Then were no barriers to the sun

It shone on one as on the other

None excluded from its light or heat

The will of the sun

To bless each weed and flower as one

If of perfect beauty truth was love

Then was love truth

Then were no forms needed to hold it in any container

That outside of which you were deemed lost

Then were no divisions between men

None being any better than any other

Love alone made equality clear

And the whole picture plain

The prerogative of love to make the good and bad alike

When truth was only love

And love was all the truth

Then would simplicity be restored 

And babes would take the stand

The mighty from their thrones would be removed

Who sold the truth at a cost to others not themselves:

That one-edged truth which could never please all men

Then would wonders be everywhere in wisps of air

Truth free of rigid form love reigned  

When all the messaged leaves

From all the trees of selfish men have fallen

When every petal of every flower of Sensennae

Lies discarded

Each one surpassed and so proved senseless

As half truth left and soon forgotten 

Then life will begin again

And out of beauty’s selfless sap renewal rise

And through hearts that long have waited

That love should turn the tables of the balance

Choosing fields that please all men

And loose the downtrodden restoring all things