a prayer ...for the emerging soul

Only we,
who
have dreamed
the dream
paid its cost
...the dues...
worked fingers to bone
making steam to drive machinery
of our contributions, you gather
to take claim as your own
still, taking a loss
used
and abused
while wearied from our labors
as you slept
we wept
having our dreams stolen,
while you danced
with death
and sang its song of war
in exchange for favors for the few
and rising from defeat,
we cried
created a mood magic called
many things
not the least of which
...the blues
fending off impending doom
you spun a web of lies
with steel, so strong
as evil hearts willed us dead
for your purposes,
our usefulness was gone
still
while we shucked and jived on the side
got back to business
with a will to live
we laughed and sang
made jokes, self degrading humor

survived
even as we watched
the meanness in your eyes
as you stoked the fires of hell
till the night grew longer than the day
you made the sky darker
dampening hopes of all but a few
made scarce our visions
parched our thirst
soiled our garments
with your wasteful practices
made us pay the cost
while we were starving
in our face
you threw food away
starvation
only made us stronger
somehow we defeated the illusion
survived
found inner springs
to make miracles happen everyday
weed gardens few, fed us
and we thrive off of little
deigned worthy
by the creator
if to choose a people
who
are they
the chosen people
are a nation
of loving
souls
bathing in
spirit pools of energy
contemplating heaven, here
...not... just in the skies
now, asked
to make a willful sacrifice
we are united
for universal is the task
everyone with a pure heart
is invited to work to build the dreams
together
we have inside our spirit wills
the blueprint
guarded
in our suffering
almost forever
locked without a key
except, within us
those who are able to
master the confusion
been without for so long
we can make building blocks of air
build castles out of anything
are stopped by nothing, but ourselves
with a mystical solution for your ills
in your image we are building a temple
of a gold not metal by nature
let the foolish follow
the rainbows in the skies
but of us
who
are that love
know
stop, look and listen
first
before jumping
upon the rush to judgement
follow the rainbow
back inside
our eyes
as
a life
is born anew
when welcomed into this world,
in knowing the answer
it cries

...thank
you...

C2