We Are One
They tell us we are many
We know we are One
We come from the same place
A field of lace a Field of Grace
Of Grace that folds into time
Of time that folds into a line
A line in Africa through Sands of Time
Over the Euphrates through the Silken Road
Of line past the Sherpas of Nepal
Who sow the dusk to dawn and hear
The downbeat of the Sky beating
Through the Bering Strait past the shriek of Eagles’ cry
To Ice of Mountain field of mud
That melts into the Plain of Blood
What Noah saw before The Flood
When Mayans rose to plant maíz
That fills the veins of Sun
To streams that melt into the plains we call The One
They tell us we are many
We know we are One
We come from the same Field of Grace
before the Line
of time and space