Between the rising sun and the setting moon
Before all of you do awake
Before the darkness leaves this land
I can hear you calling.
When the birds have filled the sky
When the cars hurry off scattered
When my senses orient me
I know you are calling.
And when the problems of the day come by
And when their solutions are sought
And when the struggle is over
And when the sacrifice has occurred
I know you have called.
Between the setting sun and the rising moon
After all quiets down
The darkness reclaims its place, and the night
covers all.
When all of the motion is relinquished
I can hear you calling
From the heart of all and everything.
— John Hance
