Mindy's Poem Be comforted my Restless One; My Cain from beyond the silver Moon! My great Star Prince, my frightened Child! Our land gives Peace, you'll feel it soon. For there are Wild Flowers on the hills

And the Thrush sings lovingly, “Be still!’ As it soars to greet the Rising Morn! As sure as God there will come a time When Machines and Space seem far away Your hand in mine; our Future One We'll run together up the rosy hills to play!