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 death of birth,
In unity the Maker knows the made-of-earth..