2009 AD,
A new global tabula rasa,
Still a clean slate;
No offences yet, against humankind.
Love, still in absolute perfection for the coming year,
Bearing no ill will against man;
All of the sins of the previous years forgotten, forgiven;
All that is negative in the past erased;
Who will write upon the tabula rasa first?
What will he or she write?
Will it be life or death oriented?
Only history will record this tale of time.
Its truth;
What carries over from one year to the next?
One decade to the next?
One generation to the next?
One century to the next?
Each one begins with a clean slate;
Not one ever ends with a clean slate.
Each one is filled with sin upon sin,
Self at the center,
Disaster upon disaster;
Unspoken evil,
Forever a prey on humanity's horizon;
Folly upon folly,
War upon war,
Injustice upon injustice;
Where is the good, the just, the righteous man?
Where is love?
Let love be glorified, magnified,
Realized by all of humankind,
In the New Year, 2009 AD;
Let love keep the slate clean,
That humankind might thrive
And prosper.
Global economic meltdown,
Threats of global warming,
Pending global disasters?
Say "No!" to all of those.
A fresh global tabula rasa instead,
As a clean slate,
Never to be stained by human errors,
Not one negative frame of reference ever again;
An ideal to be strived for by all of humankind;
Your tabula rasa perfected;
My tabula rasa perfected;
Love, the epitome of Perfection;
The final Word,
The only Word.
Love.