Above where eagles fly

To touch the face of God

For glorifying His love,

Look through our flag* that shines under the fair sky,

What is that which either a chill or a breeze,

In the mists of the deep

As God plans and we deserve,

Is to conceal or to disclose?

Planet as a grave

Or victories of the brave?

… strive we must also

For bringing a new world

To overcome the tyranny and dread

Of genetic deforming and nuclear destruction

Of humanity and humankind.

So start we must now,

Though not knowing precisely how

Or whether ever we may succeed,

To correct the mistakes we have made or inherited,

And overcome the weaknesses we have noticed,

As well as to cast out

Beams in our eyes and thorns in our minds,

And regenerate passion and will

To realize further the ideals

That have made humankind benefited, …

We can confidently hope that all will be well …

Though it will only be possible

After endeavors are made,

And crises and tortures are met,

With such courage, strength, sacrifice,

And patience as contained

In this ever-glowing hope and motto we hold:

Have faith in God and do our best.

Thus as in Old Abe’s trust

That the judgment of God is just,

And believing that God is love,

We shall never let rainbows disappear

In the eyes and minds of all children we will have

In what ever color.

* Think about it not as the national flag of America meant in the

original poem (Haisadiam’s second flag poem for Americans),

but rather as the flag of the country, company, school, or orga-

nization of any one of the readers of these lines of the poem.

( W. H. Haisadiam; September 29, 2000 )