upon the garden where all is taught
by unseen tongues of Spirit
renewing the earth again and again
and again, in the constant flow of grace
upon the garden’s sacred space.
The garden teaches all we need to know
to bless the firmament below
the heavenly eons of space.
For centuries upon centuries it has been so.
But, now, no single tongue of fire
but a barrage of flame grows higher and higher
singeing petals as they unfurl to blistered beauty
and charring roots buried below
the surface of our understanding
as children are destroyed by overheated
need for power and greed.
Pentecost, indeed! our prayers rise up
as our Hope ascends, promising rebirth
to take His place as Spirit descends.
Will we listen to the warnings from the NOAA
that 1% of the wealthiest emit more than twice
the amount of CO2 as the poorest 50% of humanity?
Greed holds the reins of Spirit as it descends.
To believe the 1% will change voluntarily is inanity.
The garden waits and hopes for gentle rain
to end the drought of human concern
for a return to saner policies to make our gardens grow
with abundant Grace to stem the flow of hunger,
poverty and fear. For more shade from trees
grown strong enough to handle any breeze
and create a safe space to put down our guns;
and, provide a place for all to wander in peace
with greater love and harmony.
This the garden teaches, from the first to the last.
Spirit renews the earth only if we let it.
We cannot simply let the moments pass.
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