That We Survive
Crashing shell and flaming hell
Hideous drone of bomber's flight
Death's icy hand on land and sea,
Cities ...torches of the night.
Civilisation locked in battle,
Bleeding from a million wounds;
Man, bewildered, grimly wond'ring
As he plunges thru the gloom,
`When will chaos turn to order?'
Can carnage once again give room?
To life, abundant, free, untrammelled,
And Hope be chiselled on the tomb
As blasted dreams of Brotherhood;
That men through Calvary should see
The folly of Inhumanity,
And purge in War's Inferno, rise
To greater heights than 'ere aspired
Seeking ever the common good
Building a lasting Brotherhood.
Comes at last, the ceasing
Of bitter, bloody strife;
Humanity grasps wearily
To clutch the threads of Life
That scattered lie;
And in awful stillness
That whispers, "I am Peace,"
Seeks with trembling fingers
To weave a pattern new
From the shredded tattered remnants
And blend them with the thoughts that grew,
When All seemed lost,
Save Hope's vitalising spark
That beckoned as it glimmered,
In the Dark.
From Travail ...thru the stillness
Man ...to survive,
Must seek the common good.
On the Banner of the Future
Blazoned be one simple word
Humanity's survival and salvation,
Whakatane. Dec. 6th. 1946