What is it like
now that God has come
and flooded the world?
Is it as beautiful
as we who sojourned in many shadows
dreamt it would be?
Or has God been less than our pain
made us wish Him to be?
My heart cries no! But infinitely more!
What surprises! What unleashed joy!
What fluidity of life!
What soul-birthed order! What freedom!
How beautiful must be the communal singing
of all light-flooded creatures!
What is it like to now embody
love's growing dream,
to live in a spiritual society
of compassionate freedom?
What is it like to now use all human resources
to create a beautiful and just world?
See what faith I have!
Suddenly I wonder,
is it presumptuous of me to write to you,
blessed children of our future?
you who live in the light of a thousand suns,
a million moons,
for I live in the shadows of one moon
and seek the warmth of one distant sun.
Yet, I beg of you, for courtesy's sake,
and for the mystery
of listening to your own past,
allow me to speak over the years to you,
anxious that you forever recall
the sorrows of your father's blindness
and so do not now betray
the beauty which molds you!
Take nothing for granted,
as your ancestors had grievously done!
Fight for wonder for this is wakefulness,
and gratitude, which is the breath of life!
And is not living together in love
the greatest gift to be cherished?
Revere the giver of Existence:
celebrate, adore, and be adored!
And finally... always,
STAY AWAKE! I implore you, STAY AWAKE!
lest your children and their children
slip back into the madness of the soul's sleep
and all clear sanity
is undone.