Make Amends Poem by Alfred Barna

I write these words, in dedication to my mother
As with most of us, a teacher like no other
Who has witnessed so much in her days
And impressed upon her children: see through the maze
There are always ways to search through your heart
To find within the paths in which to make a new start
No matter what roads and trails come to ends
Never forget to stop; be quiet, and look up above
Knowing inside there are times you have to make amends
Even in the darkest depths of the night, there’s still love
While the bombs are falling, don’t let them destroy you inside
Let them know, you can ruin all around
But there is still yet sacred ground
Deep within us, harbors the truth which still cannot be denied

They try to make us seem weak, yet we frighten their power
They try to make our enemies and order us to glower
Yet it is they who enslave, and probe our faults to catalog
Turning our deep hopes and dreams into empty epilogue
Promising what they never intend to deliver
With grandiose plans that would make us shiver
Last night I had a dream, in which I again visited my Mom
From the skies filled with horrors of war
There came from the hate a monstrous descending bomb
As it reached the ground, I expected a “you know what for”
My Mother reached up, and caught it softly in her arms
Suddenly, there was silence, no explosion
Everyone’s expressions were frozen
It was Love, simple Love, which defeated all the bombs

I stretch these thoughts, hoping to see the planning
Of the horrors and things we keep uncanning
If we still believe the future is still as of yet unmade
Then for our children we can make them unafraid
There are always ways to search through your heart
To find within the paths in which to make a new start
No matter what roads and trails come to ends
Never forget to stop; be quiet, and look up above
Knowing inside there are times you have to make amends
Even in the darkest depths of the night, there’s still love
While the bombs are falling, don’t let them destroy you inside
Let them know, you can ruin all around
But there is still yet sacred ground
Deep within us, harbors the truth which still cannot be denied