In the darkness a faint light rises.
Something in the universe awakens.
A longing stirs among the people of the earth.
A song in our hearts begins to form.
New life begins to grow, an embryo of hope.
A womb in us makes room.
Amid the pain, the politics and pestilence,
a homing.
The Beloved is moving in this world.
Now would be a good time.
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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
www.unfoldinglight.net