Oh Noble Love
We hear their cries as our cries.
Holding and deepening intention,
banners rise, reach into the darkness
of dreams, a percussion gathering
noble commitments. But as we return
to the daily carnage, we understand
these wounds will require more than
mindful attention and a deeper release.
Our freedom, known now as a birthright,
is historically rare, a privilege paid for
in blood offered and renewing sacrifice.
The unity of neighbors, strangers, and
friends, citizenship, will always serve.
But as our spirits degrade and the water
table drains, we must now ask, with care
discern: What is called for, what are we
to do? This emperor requires no clothes.
Perhaps, we can become clear and live
the ancient scroll: Only a deep love
will heal our profound ignorance. Can we
hear their cries as our cries, finding a way
together?