Blesséd

Dear brothers and sisters, I come to you
with fear and trembling.
As one once said,
“I pray we survive this blessing.”
In our leisure, in this place,
may we be moved to Elevate.
The words spill out and swirl our minds–
may we obtain the strength to meditate.
Take these books, make them hymnals.
It is time to birth a new breed
of Homers and Aristotles.
Read aloud to one another these liturgies–
Read aloud to one another even
your own philosophies.
Find your peace,
contemplate with trees.
In the silence of wind and
woodpeckers, sunlight and shade,
ask the way the world was made.
We are here, for now–
our time will be ending soon.
Let us struggle to complete,
let us become kings and queens;
let us become such wolves who break free their voices
to howl at this moon.
Ask, can we be red, can we be read,
can we let ourselves be bled?
Daring to chase revelation,
move ourselves to Elevation.
Dear brothers and sisters, I come to you
with hope and trembling.
As one once said,
“I pray we survive this blessing.”

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