While you are worrying about the state of the world
they are walking, while you are doing the dishes,
driving on the Interstate, unseen, hand in hand,
generations of them, singing in so many languages,
as you sleep, when you carry the little package
on its bothersome errand, they are all walking,
bearing their bundles of goodness and wisdom,
their powerful prayers, their scattered blessings,
as you read the news, marching over miles,
over fetid marsh, across vast wordless steppes,
through the cloven sea, courageous, walking,
between your house and the hardware store,
bearing the gifts of the Realm they come from,
their ancient knowing, down your city’s streets
and onward, a great river of hope and wonder,
defying Emperors and their armies, walking
toward a Realm we are only learning to imagine,
Wise Ones on the way to honor the Child,
myriads from every nation approaching the glory,
dreaming in each other’s languages,
(even now you can join them),
singing, remembering the dyings and risings yet to come,
without ceasing ever, bearing us all,
this whole world, onward, always….
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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
www.unfoldinglight.net
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