A Song of Love

A Song of Love
(Though I Speak With the Tongues of Men and Angels)

Ignorance is knowledge
Peace becomes a war
Lack of understanding
Tolerance is lost
A lie becomes the truth
The truth becomes a lie
The salt has lost its savor and
Wells are running dry
Prophecy will fall us
We will make it come to pass
History implores us to look into the ash
So many sacred secrets
All around the world
Who has ears to hear it?
We never know it now

Though I speak with the tongues of men and angels
And have not love
I am become as sounding brass
Or a tinkling cymbal.

Love may be the light
To lighten up the world
But we are looking through a glass
All blackened up with war
Love may be the secret to understand all things
But we are living in a lie
An eye for an eye

Though I speak with the tongues of men and angels
And have not love
I am become as sounding brass
Or a tinkling cymbal.

Blessed are the peacemakers
Blessed are the pure in heart
Blessed are the lovers who
Will go no more to war
Blessed are all those who mourn
Their truth it will endure
Blessed are the children
Who will receive this Earth
Blessed are all those who breathe
We have got so much to learn
Blessed are all those who love
For they shall greet the dawn.

We are lovers:
We shall not fail
We shall speak
We shall climb every mountain
We shall sail across the sea

In the annuls of tomorrow
Let love be all we feel
Let love be all we offer
Let love be all we see.

– Sadhak Hearst.

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