Tuesday, March 22, 2011
O Resurrecting God: Say that the warm yellow of the daffodil bloom means that humanity has not yet destroyed the earth's fertility, that our wars have not yet killed Gaia's capacity for healing. Reassure me that the stream's still playful babble means that our obsession with bombs has not yet driven the world's mothers beyond their flood of tears to the point of dry hopelessness. Let me know in each day's sunrise that there is still a Light that we have not made in our own image, a Source of Power that we have not corrupted with lies and money. Whisper through a birth and a death, through a shared meal and a moment of laughter, that Chaos has not yet overtaken Life and that Love still has a fighting chance to impact reconciliation and daily resurrection.