How can we fight to protect our rivers and sacred waters
How can we heal these life-threatening wounds to our Holy Spirit
How can we be in service to the good of all life
How can we bring about this Kingdom of Heaven on Earth
When we ourselves are broken
Fighting – born of such ignorant fury
Healing – a buzzword for the bardic bandwagon
and Serving – faceless masters
An army of such wounded warriors is surely doomed to die
And so, my prayer:
That we learn to heal ourselves so well
That we free ourselves
And in so doing
Our children’s children are freeborn
And they will play in the heaven we have left for them
I accept this, the challenge of healing.
I will be well
As all will be well
When we are well
We will heal the world
Because we are the world
Will you accept this, the challenge of healing
that we may reach such a point of strength and integrity
as to seamlessly uncover the true foundations
onto which our children’s children will co-create
the diamond-sparkling spaces where we were always meant to play;
they themselves so whole – heart and soul and all that is…
Will you hold my hand and leap into that most perilous safety?
And did you know that
We
can
Get there from here?
Tig Savage 2015
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