Revolution

Judgment is here
Not as we expected
Not as we were told by our religious leaders
Not from a god in the heavens
But by our own hand

Fires rage in a desert of dry bones
In places we have desecrated
The lungs of our Mother stripped bare
Releasing toxins
Our lungs – vulnerable and weak
In the wake of their power

Mother, forgive us for we know not what we do
Our memory has been clouded
And we have forgotten
What we do to you
We do to ourselves
Christ have mercy
What we do to the least of these
We do unto the Holy One

A revolution has been conceived
The birth pains are upon us
Not with force or might
A revolution of the heart

Awaken the dry bones in the desert
Breathe life into what we have become
Refreshing Spirit, cascade over us
Quench our brittle edges
May we remember who we are
And awaken

Renew our hearts
May they beat once again
With love
With compassion
With justice

Rise up and take your place
Bring healing to the nations
A cup of water to all who thirst

Plant your feet on a carpet of green
Feel your roots go deep
Tap into the Source of Life
Draw up from the wellspring of creative wisdom

It is time
Become still and you will hear the call
A murmuring that is growing in intensity
A cloud of witnesses surrounds and uphold you
Birth is inevitable

Feel the pounding in your chest
The revolution is within you
An ancestral drumbeat drawing you forward

Now is the time
Keep pushing
Keep breathing
New life is upon us