Al-Khidr

A sudden storm then
the deep of blue;
summer's late night sky and
the intimations of closeness.
There are those who receive a drink
from hidden hands and
see the face of Al-Khidr.
He was the first to drink and now
he is the drink bearer who,
alive after centuries,
lives as offering.
Don't imagine that you
too are not invited
for you too are from the same family,
the same tree.
You too are one of those who might hear
the voice of mysterious ones
mysterious ones
A sudden storm then
the deep of blue;
summer's late night sky and
the intimations of closeness.
There are those who receive a drink
from hidden hands and
see the face of Al-Khidr.
He was the first to drink and now
he is the drink bearer who,
alive after centuries,
lives as offering
Don't imagine that you
too are not invited
for you too are from the same family,
the same tree.
You too are one of those who might hear
the voice of mysterious ones
mysterious ones
Who is to say?
Who is to say?
Archangel Gabriel's native tongue
is obscurity to all who
herd up within
the narrow canyon
of protectionism.
But, for those
who accept this drink
it is deciphered
in the cooling breeze of autumn
the laughter of children
the pattern of rush hour traffic
Protectionism is the root of the problem
Take off the armor called surety
And look again at the night sky
Protectionism is the root of the problem
Take off the armor called surety
And look again at the night sky
Protectionism is the root of the problem
Take off the armor called surety
And look again at the night sky
You too might hear
the Angel Gabriel's native tongue
A sudden storm then
the deep of blue;
summer's late night sky