Epiphany Poem by DM W

Praised be - the rebellious gestures of Christ echoing through time
& the dialogues of dreamers in the potent bliss of Spring.

Praised be - the ripening of stars in the fertile night
& the diaphanous words that glide with the birds on the wind.

Praised be - the peace activists railing against the vast, intractable machinery of war
& the so called mad who've broken out of capitalism's metallic ways.

Praised be - the wounded children of the dust who lie weeping
In the graveyard of frozen vision; may this curious age address their suffering.

Praised be - the unknown saints so humble in their utter ordinariness & the most fragile of flowers barely surviving amongst neon & concrete.

Praised be the angelic artists scratching at the heart of life; searching for a pulse behind the plastic
& the wilder ones with wandering, fevered minds who cannot rest.

Praised be - those who sip the liquid light from the vital sun of longing & those who proselytize in plagued streets at midnight.

Praised be - those who find a dwelling place in the soft embrace of imagination
& who oppose its strangulation in the crucible of calculated education.

Praised be - the non conformists refusing to follow regimented consumption
& the debunkers of myth & fairy tale & all those who deconstruct the caustic kingdom of advertising.

Praised be - the poetry - a flash of light in the midst of a dark, discordant universe.
& the revolutionaries buttressing the burning question marks of these times.

Praised be - The flesh & the fire of genius thought which reinvigorates leaden lexicons
& the mellifluous music that heightens critical consciousness.

Praised be - The saviours of wanton humanity who sacrifice themselves so that we may live
& the mystics and the monks who repeat their mantras to end all pain.

Praised be -The holy ocean of infinite wisdom in an age of tainted information
& the immensity of joy that refuses to be crushed by fear monger Pharisees.

Praised be - the fruits of eternity sweetening in the gilded gardens of existence
& the secular prophets who denounce hierarchy but pronounce the Word's gleaming reality.

Praised be - the redeeming rain pouring through the cracks in our elaborate designs
& the healing days when limitless Love soars over the abyss.

Praised be - The rebirth of wonder in deadening democracies
& the Spirit that remains as fleeting illusions fade away.