© 2013 Suzanne Lebesnerais
© 2013 French-speaking Association of Readers of the Urantia Book
The Sun illuminated the plain;
A man was happily walking along the path:
He went to the fields, and many seeds
Filled the bag he was holding in his hand.
He sang, and his step, marking the cadence,
Seemed to accentuate the harshness of the singing
Who spoke of battles, of soldiers, of bravery,
Fertile furrows to submerge with blood....
Suddenly, images danced before his eyes:
Those suggested by the lugubrious song...
Then he saw big, heavy, black clouds
Turn off the Sun shining on the horizon.
The countryside, darkened, appeared tragic,
Dug in many places by devouring chasms
Where they came to be swallowed up, driven by panic,
Men of all ages, women, children!
And the man jumped: he had just understood
What was monstrous about this war song,
And he whose simple heart was loving and tender
Had repeated the horrible words so many times!
When he was in his field, bowing to the earth
To sow the seeds he had brought,
He knelt down, praying for brothers
They were quickly enlightened in turn!!
For they all uttered a terrible blasphemy
By repeating this song, unworthy of humans...
What will we reap if we always don't sow
Only fierce hatred and never the good grain?
So, with love, he threw the seed
In the deep furrows that he had prepared:
The Sun reappeared in its magnificence,
Caressing the Universe with its golden rays!
Suzanne Lebesnerais