Harmony Out Of Chaos Poem by Mark Heathcote

Harmony out of chaos will always come.
I'm not an analyst or a mathematician.
But I know, by that rule of thumb,
Harmony out of chaos will always come.

The sea may rise above a harbour wall.
But it will not surrender its arms of shelter.
It will not wilt one inch or fall.
It'll stand resiliently firm for all.

A raging inferno may take down a forest.
But it will flourish out of those specks of gold.
A chaff has scales borne to resist - untold
Carnage is ever-present and abhorrent.

Just like autumn and winter abduct summer
Spring gently comes and melts away all ghosts.
Summer returns to its old concord with hosts.
Of flowers for little girls to pick in petticoats.

Harmony out of chaos will always come.
I'm not an analyst or a mathematician.
But I know, by that rule of thumb,
Harmony out of chaos will always come.

On the day, chaos turns back to harmony.
I will be reborn. I will be reborn.
On the day, chaos turns back to harmony.
I will be reborn in a meadow, in a hay-laden manger.