With Malice Towards None Poem by Stuart Kaler

Come, Abe...
...and lead me by the hand,
...o Captain, my Captain...
To show me the complete rest of the Eternal.

For The People now...
...are wailing, crying...prostrate,
In Fear of what they cannot see,
Of That which lives inside them, passed amongst them.

What They do not understand...
...is what you now know, intimately,
Down to your lovely bones...
...and sung by the Better Angels...
...of your soul.

That the unseen is but the unfolding...
...of the Passion Play.
Extending from Big Bang...
...to shining Big Bang.

Since your time amongst us...
...what have you seen?
You might now speak not only of Government...
...but of Enlightenment...and Transcendence...
...Of the People, By the People, For the People.


Come, Abe...
...and lead me by the hand...
...to that eternal merging...
...LOVE...Love...lo...