The light

Long spans of land, brown and barren

Set free by the rising sun

Cold cracked earth warmed

Horizon specked by slight illumination

To raise my eyes to see the rising

To cast sight away from the decrepit, the dull, the sodden

To see the light upon the ground

Where once rang sounds of wartime gunshots

Now reverberating in sounds of mindfulness bells

Quiet and still

Powerful as stormy ocean swells

All eyes fall down in silent prayer

The ground remembers and subtly reminds us the war was fought there

Silently she speaks through her energy

We hear, we listen

Upon the skies her sun will rise

It glistens, unchanging

Day after day

To this we pay

We offer gratitude for light and acknowledgement of dark

Those who live true, speak out, shut down

The soldiers fighting for freedom and honor

Shut down, knocked down, held silent by hatred

The open, they spread their wings

Clipped by the closed and narrow

The message, not to hide from the assailant but to only soar still

To glide higher

To resemble to hawk, the sparrow, the light

Take solace in your flight, your song, your illumination

and rejoice in your voice

It is you who needs to speak, to love, to let the light out from above

It is you who keeps the rising, catches the falling embers of hatred and douses them with holy water

Polishing the coal into diamonds that shine

Perpetual motion through time

The holy dying

The holy hit by stones of the loney

Lift them up, lift up the hurt and tortured ones who lie among the weeds where they grow

In the cold barren lands

Wash your hands

Clean your heart

You- merely yet greatly a part of the whole

Keep it beating with its meaning

Love, love, love, love love 

Stay true to the rising sun

Elevate with the light, take flight, take flight