Love lost
To old tongues
Languages of greed and grim fortune,
Of selfish desires taken so eloquently
To words long lasting, out lasting earthly wisdom.
As church leaves its people
Destitute, forlorn, wishing they had left first
A relationship committed to zealous certainty.
When love is lost
It is found purely
Not in a built place
But in the crux of people,
In the hallowed halls of hearts,
In the ideologically lonely corners of minds
Where, nevermind the greed, lives worth,
The worthiness of all of us, the truth of all of us,
The material gain left fettered, pitied, cast aside,
Excommunicated. Until maybe one day
We can learn to love what we were — who we were,
But sallow sacks of long lost souls
Grasping for the worth of the binary suns we once scoffed at,
Wishing for the duality we once despised.
Love lost,
Then found.
Lost to greed and deception
Found from humble light, from twinkling truths
Created by the binary which once haunted the world
With its ancient simplicity, its rewarding rambunctious virtue.
Finally,
The divine twins are love and loved
By all who had nearly forgotten.
This is a way
We are gifted to wander
Gently,
With candles and lanterns of yesteryear
In humble hundreds, soon the thousands and the -illions will follow.
They will pave this road
Walking it with grace and curiosity
With the wisdom of ancestors who never meant to scream,
But only, somberly, remind us
Of the angels that we are,
That we chose to be.
If you remember for a moment
What it was like in The Time Before:
The ethereal jesters laughing at their own earthly jokes.
The babes readied to be born, writing stories
To live through, casting the characters of their abandon.
Choosing to be left and loved
Choosing to be wronged when righteous
Raising their winged arms in calamitous unison
Volunteering for the reckoning, for the grand time
The time of all times…
When humanity would question The Before and The During
When we would challenge one another to go deeper
Than ever before, in a chorus of waiting and wanting
For The New World,
The Brave New Earth of Empathy and Renewal,
of Eternal Springs and Lush Discoveries,
of Lasting Peace in some and soon all
Who have come from that Time Before,
from the babes and angels and jesters, crying, singing, and laughing
With Buddha and Yeshua, with Mary One and Mary Two,
Who knew that 2020 would question
What 2021 would answer.