HEAL THE WORLD

 

I saw this man

crouching down

to help the child

who was reaching up

for what he needed

food, or love,

or a pathway to truth.

 

When He looked into

the eyes of his helping Friend

the boy saw himself reflected,

the helper

did not judge,

but with mercy

and love,

gave service.

 

The Helper knew

the child is himself.

One cannot go forward,

until the suffering of all

is resolved.

 

The Helper remembered

his mother’s

dry breast.

Still her love

had nursed him.

He must return

the Grace

given to him.

 

He responded to

this reaching human being

quickly

Without

have to reason

or debate.

 

His ego aside,

no pleasure

in rank

or social standing

0r purity of soul.

 

 

Are we not all

relatives

of one family?

 

The helper

in the back gives support.

How clear his motive,

he will not be seen,

not be remembered

with fondness

given to saints and angels

who appear

in times

of distress………………….

 

The beings of light

will see

and call his name

aloud in praise,

but it is

of no consequence to him.

 

He helps

the goodness

that is life alive.

In service

he feels the warm power of love

lifting him

above

concern for self.

 

The children

of the world

are waiting

with their aspirations

and yearnings

for the fullness of life

locked up with in them.

 

A baby is rising up

out of ignorance.

The others

will follow.

 

The helpers

are the healers

of the world,

assisting the children

setting the present

on course

assuring the future

will be

above the level

of primates.

 

The helpers are men.

The central child

a boy.

Why?

The Men

have long been consumed

by the tradition of war.

They must stop,

and naked of hierarchy

give to the boy children

the light

of compassionate love

and by this action

change the course of

human history.

 

Above,

in the realm of the unseen,

the Clear Souls,

are calling aloud

the names of the helpers,

aiding them with the power

of inspiration and light.

The eagle becomes the dove.

 

And so it begins,

quietly,

the gifts of love.

By actions and deeds

Our world will be healed.

 

 

 

Jalaliyyih Quinn