Apocalypse

Flames have burned up the forests
burned up the towns
burned up the words

Air is unbreathable
sky is unseeable
ash is our food

Earth and neighborhoods
species and races
burned and looted

O Mysterious
walk through the fire
have mercy

How have we fed
the flames of hell?
with what torches? What engines?

In this climate
we who can breathe
must use it to question

New heaven and earth
flame of wisdom
light of revelation will come

But first the cloud of sorrow
ashes on our foreheads
ashes on our tongues

Remember you are dust
and to one another
you shall return

O Mysterious
be present
have mercy

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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
www.unfoldinglight.net

Sept. 11, 2020