Rise up

“The sun shines not on us but in us.”

― John Muir

“Deep roots are not reached by the frost.”

― J.R.R. Tolkien

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The unyielding earth

Beneath my feet

Dry grass wilting, drying

Brittle and dusty

I wander aimlessly in the

Late dark early light

Of a waning moon

Greyness hovers

And only a sliver of pale pink

On the horizon heralds the coming sun

Such grayness feels comfortable this day

this day where yet again dark things will happen

this day where once again greed will make choices that harm

and hate will make choices that exclude

and fear will make choices that take the world down the path of cruelty

such grayness feel comfortable

as it matches the grayness in my soul

in these days when the darker angels of our nature

have been given the clarion call to action

by those who have profane power

it seeps into one’s soul

this darkness

trickling down

oozing its way deep into our souls

but still there is that sliver of light

still there is that place from which life comes

that somehow cannot be touched

cannot be totally destroyed

if we wait patiently

eyes on the horizon

the light will surely grow

if we wait patiently

and with intensity focus on the light

as it flickers deep in our soul

down in that place where the remnants of our

Sacred heritage still stir

It will surely grow

And as the gray of morning slowly gives way

To pink, to yellow, and then to brilliance

So too

Perhaps

The grayness of our souls

Will be touched by the light

Of that which formed and sustains the universe

Wake oh sleepers

Rise up

Wake up, oh better angels of our nature

There is work to be done