Do you wish to know where the sea goes? 

Onward to a land with no highs and no lows 

Might you ponder a melodious line? 

From a symphony drafted carefully in time 

Thy heart aches to know for certain 

these answers that seem shrouded by a curtain 

We love the sea and music it gives off 

As our own children whom we have nurtured from now until dawn 

But to know the truth evades us so 

We may be certain of very few things to know 

Such as the care for another whom we hold so dear 

Do not let yourself fall asunder to fear 

And the desire to live that glorified life 

full of laughter, smiles, and good- without strife 

When might we know for certain the presence of such a storm? 

When will it become a familiar beach for the norm? 

A shore of certainty far and wide 

Alone you might find it, but together you should stride 

Hand in hand that’s why we are here 

To live together, dependent on others so near 

Could you imagine a world without Others? 

Walls abound- no fathers, no mothers 

We do not lie in this hell I speak 

Therefore love others and spread it to the weak.

Do I dare dream of the day when multiplication bears no meaning? 

The hour upon which time will stand still 

And the people will be equal 

Do I dare sleep when hatred spreads like illness? 

Through the streets and alley corners 

Forever sequestered into darkness 

The hearts are strained with anger and rage 

The tears flow down as rivers from the mountains 

But nothing is ever gained 

The river will never go back to the mountain 

The tears may never retreat back to their caves 

And all are lost in the game of cat and mouse 

Is it us? Is it them? 

And what shall bring the pain but to an end? 

“Be fruitful and multiply”, He said. 

And yet all cannot, will not, and should not 

These minds are like children without parent

Like ocean without its moon

Rejected by the eternal law which will come down so soon

But legality strikes the moral compass 

and tells you only one way to turn 

that is a way of hatred 

no more hearts left to burn 

There will be a day where few shall dare to dream 

If you keep pressing your laws upon our souls by the seam 

There is no answer right or wrong in a life which is deemed short but can be long 

Love and faith are different you see… 

But that’s okay, tell us our wishes are not free. 

I will not be fruitful, but I will multiply 

I will guide those children you could not stand by 

Loving them as God 

the mighty one above 

Would have loved them equally 

had you not given up 

That is just it, my friends, enemies, and humans alike 

We bear the responsibility upon our backs for life 

To preserve it as a delicate flower 

Always to bloom no matter what divine power. 

The fruit of life exists without multiplication 

As long as we spread equal love without hesitation.