Requiem and Invocation
Friends and Allies, let us grieve.
Let us grieve that an era of progress and forward thinking appears to be drowning in a sea of ignorance, hatred and fear.
Let us grieve that reason has been swamped by credulity, and science by superstition and willful ignorance.
Let us grieve.
Let us tear the words from the walls of our bodies, howling: we have lost so much.
The children suffer. The good green Earth bleeds. The water is sullied, the creatures die, the air itself stifles the living of the world. The people are punished for being themselves.
Our leaders are dupes and psychopaths. They hate this good world as much as they must, at some deep place, hate themselves. And they seek to destroy what they hate.
Yes, let us grieve.
Let us wail our sorrow, and weep our tears for the children so cruelly treated, the creatures who are no more, the people who will be poisoned.
For our kindred who are without shelter, warmth, clothing, food. In this, so wealthy a place.
Light a candle tonight, and weep.
Weep now, because we cannot keep the awfulness of this bottled up inside us. We must vent it out. We must empty ourselves so we can go again to the palisade, so we can again clothe ourselves with what armor we have and struggle mightily against the coming of the wrongness, of the evil.
We are threatened with triple poisons.
With overwhelm, unto paralysis.
With shock, unto paralysis.
With outrage, unto paralysis.
Let us cast these poisons out. For we are mighty.
Friends and Allies, let us wash ourselves.
Let us bathe in the warm, soft waters of the world as it should be. Of freedom, and kindness, and caring for the magnificent living Earth.
Let us be clean.
Let us be clean.
Let the cooling balm of blessed water revive us, reinform us, restore us.
Let us grieve, and wash, and be reborn.
And let our power be a force in the world. Let our voices rise to the skies. Let our votes and our word of mouth and our phone calls and our letters and our lobbying visits and our canvassing visits speak truth and kindness into the world.
May we be heard.
May we be heard.
Friends and Allies, let us see ourselves.
Let us know and love each part of ourselves. May
We bear ourselves honorably
May we celebrate joyously. May we
Know pleasure and wisdom and love
And may the better world come.
(So be it, so be it)
So we say in reverent observation
Of the Holy Universe
It is done.
(It is done, it is done, it is done,
it is done)
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An excellent invocation for the upcoming solstice…thanks, Mark.
Thank you!
Very powerful and timely.
I am disturbed by the “it is done“ at the end, after a call for action. It’s good to visualize it as having been done but we still have to do it. For this kind of situation, I have used “make it so“ as a closer instead.
The “it is done” refers to the “May the better world come” immediately above it. Maybe that isn’t clear.
But “Make it so” works perfectly, too. I see the parenthetical/italic lines as spoken by a Greek chorus.
That is incredible, inspirational. I would love to hear you read it in public some day.
A-P is definitely helping patch us through these horrific times. Let’s see where we can make an impact. It ain’t over yet… —C.
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YES. So be it!
Thank you, Kaigi-Ron.
An eloquent call to arms, to action. Thank you for sharing this.