Epiphany

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.