Freedom To Love Poem by Charlie Coelho

I have a word that is denied to me,
By those who eat bitter fruits,
Just as their forefathers did,
Nurturing the tree of hatred,
Grown in bosoms from seeds of fear,
Of losing the temple's secret word,
So they hide it in the folds of Law,
For she is blind to subterfuge,
And innocent of their insidiousness,
They guard it with death's scythe,
Cutting down all who seek the word.

In the darkness of night,
The yoked plowman plows the sky,
And in the sky hides the word,
And when morning comes all see it,
And neath night skies seekers find it.
And on clouded days and nights,
It's unseen presence comforts them,
The comforting word that is free to all,
Who seek the freedom of the skies and fields.

For the one who knew us before our time,
Our God, deals not handshakes or secret words,
Nor deals with secret gestures or secret signs,
But loves Humanity unconditionally,
With unfathomable Love and Mercy,
And asks that we do the same,
So he gave us the free word 'Love',
And the freedom to love as we are loved.