I had a powerful waking dream today.
They were all back home, all the Fathers and Mothers, the Sons and Daughters, the Sisters and Brothers.
They were no longer the same as before we sent them away, but they were finally back home. We gave them a heroes welcome, even though some of them knew they weren't heroes. We treated the wounded in body as well as the wounded in mind and spirit. We promised them that their sons and daughters would never be sent and spent like this again, and we meant it. We gave the kind of love a caring society gives, the whole-hearted love that comes when people share a common dream. We had so much love, we held public funerals for the dead. Then we as a nation started to heal. And a funny thing happened. As we were healing, other nations also began to heal, even ones that had sworn enmity in their hearts. Pretty soon, the whole earth started healing. And it all started when they came back home.
Bring them home now!
Jefferson Airplane 1967 "Comin' Back to Me" ...
This has always been a tearfully emotional song for me.
I close my eyes and listen with my heart.