It will not be about the Suns in the sky lighting up the worlds
But a million lamps lighted,
With the tiny wills reflecting on His perfection!
This time when the bards sing,
It will not be about a mighty righteous king and the evil demon
But about the million monkeys that fought the battle without a weapon!
The battle is harder, and it will be won
But there will be no heroes in the center-fold
Just a sweeping change,
And a few faces in the crowd!
For this time, there will be no men waiting for an avatar
But just people, dirtying their hands at work on earth, as the altar!
So this time, when our history is written
It will not be about one God or His Son descending in one mighty glow
But about God discovered, in a million hearts - all at once and how!