GALACTIC SYMPHONY A TALE OF MAN LOVE ALONE CAN HEAL Never before in Galactic span Has been told the Tale of Man. Defies all bound, defies all space. Upsets all theories, and in their place Puts wisdom of the ancient race. Stories of creation thrown, Of man, who left his ancient home, From stars amongst the Universe, And found the earth alone. Void of purpose, without form, Coldness, barren, uniform. No room to differentiate Choice from pre-determined fate … And save the world before it is too late! For mankind since time has opened its book, For a solution to problems and savagery looks, And each age has the answer … And each age the road will pave … And all our undaunted saviors Lead us to that same grave. So where can we find salvation? Can we discern within the motion of the tree within the quake The presence or the power through which Earthly things take shape? Can we know from the pull of the planet and the stars The life within the atom, the life we know as ours? Did man in his greatest age Through every Prophet and every sage Ever calm the unstoppable rage? The ruthless destruction, the war, the hate. The cheating and the lies. Did anyone stop the horror through the earthly wise? Did anyone you know of Tell the roses how to grow? Show the harmony of maple leaves Teach the rivers rhythmic flow? Or have you heard of any man of earthly fame, Claim to be the Creator of his father's or his own name? Surely none can answer to the questions that we ask Surely no mortal is equal to the task. Only something far beyond anything we see Could create beauty to make things beautiful, Create music for man to make a symphony The principle of music comes before music The principle of art comes before art The laws and harmonies are existent Yet man must hear them in his heart For all our worldly knowledge, all libraries and all brains Cannot in one instance heal all the World's pains Love alone can heal! Love alone can mend! Love alone can bind! Love alone gives life meaning! Love alone gives life … anticipation … of a greater time. Stephen John Kalinich ©2001