Run through the crossroads.
Let our feet meet where the words live
And walk in radiance to our beaut.
Esprit to our essence
Is the need for existence.
And our trail of humanity
Is beautified in charity.
Love has me in its borders
I will rejoice and call on the brethren
For love’s invisibility is written
In the hands of another.
“Wash off the embittered soul”, it says,
Imprint the living light
Let It spring forth in fortitude for the Living.