An Abecedarian by Tom King
- Cold fangs and teeth
- Death the punishment
- Every sin's consequence.
- Fight or flight should you rebel
- Gods of stone arose,whose priests claimed
- Heavy-handed blood sacrifices
- Incantations, homage to holy men
- Jibber, mutter and perpetuate a fraud
- Kings privilege upheld by crude ritual.
- Laws of love, forgotten since creation could set free.
- Men and women bound, with chains of stone and gold and silver.
- None remembering the law each carries writ upon the soul.
- On every heart formed in every womb that bore a son or daughter.
- Proof enough, the signature of the Law Giver waiting love's waking
- Quickened at the mountain, carved first in stone, then in blood and bone and sinew,
- Risen again a living law, every man, woman and child the law breathing.
- Still and small transforming from the inside out and not with brute force from outside in.
- The law from which springs life and peace and hope was always there, waiting patiently for us
- Until we found it, or it found us , transformed us, not into what it wanted us to be but
- Verily into what we are without the baggage of the laws meant to oppress and enslave.
- We are servants of a law that sets us free, that we may be beautiful, kind, patient, wise and good.
- X-ing out the laws that bind us in the darkness, restoring the indwelling law we know already.
- Yet still we are creations children, though for a time we had forgotten the blessings of the ancient law.
- Ziggurats, temples, pyramids, blood altars, steles and graven stone, the corpses of old lies by love defeated.