FootPrints For Peace
For A Nuclear Free Future
I heard celestial voices as I walked the hidden vale, were the Angels singing just for me or for the Heavenly throng?
They sung so sweet and soft that I couldn't quite make out the words.
The intent and the lilt would flush tears from the coldest eye.
I stopped, breathlessly listening for the melody, trying to decipher the subtle yet cryptic message. And then the refrain reached me on the breeze, come home-come home, come with us to your home.
Your Heavenly Father Loves you and wants you to come to him!
Your Earthly Mother loves you and wants you to come to her!