June 13, 2023
This age is a bonfire.
A sacrifice above furrowed fields
where a brave new world’s been planted.
where once there stood a city on a hill —
and there is so much that we need:
Hope when the reasons seem few.
Age of destruction or illumination?
It isn’t ours to know.
Ours only to jump the fire,
hand in hand with the Beloved.
Betrothal not a promise but a statement of Truth:
an offer of Union in each leaf unfurling,
the green face of God all around you and within you.
Springtime a declaration of Love,
an alchemy of opposites,
stamen and pistil. And you —
made in the image of One beyond all binaries —
yours only to express Truth as it moves through you.
Yours only to adorn yourself in Love
as the Earth adorns itself in flowers.
Copyright Kate Sheridan, 2023
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