It wasn’t so long ago,
on a remote farm,
that it was all about,
peace and music.
In the rain and mud,
they danced and sang,
a joyous frenzy of bodies,
mingling together in joy.
Trying to forget for a moment,
what lay ahead for some.
Peace and music,
the Age of Aquarius,
played out by thousands,
while across the sea,
bombs fell as villages burned,
people holding on while
the noise drowned out,
any music they might hear.
Peace and music,
playing today,
if we dare to listen,
opening hearts,
seeing the rainbow,
of God’s grace,
seeking to overcome,
the noise of today.
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