By Heather Price
Restless sleep with windows banging
Constantly reminding that all is not well.
Moments of fearful imagination,
Relentless storm with future stories to tell.
Awakened to a city strewn with wood and leaves
Displaced objects and leaking roofs.
Sandbags placed strategically in desperation,
Confusion, and fear of displacement.
Evening comes again with silence at last,
Days of wind and rain now finally past,
From time to time, the sound of sirens
Whining in the distance.
Mother Earth surely now has our attention,
There has to be reason for her dissension.
Predictability long gone,
Nature now forces us to listen.
What of the lands and peoples of the Amazon?
With dams being built without thought or care.
Surely we cannot turn a blind eye,
And not notice such destruction there?
Stop now the Wind calls.
Stop and look at what you are doing.
Stop and think about where to from here?
Stop and wonder, what of your Children?
Pay attention the rain threatens,
Pay attention to your heart.
Surely you can feel the imbalance?
Surely you can feel the old people’s pain?
And my brother Wind hears the call of the Spirits,
And summons his sister, Rain,
And together they wake us up,
And together they shake us up.
It is time, past time.
Time for moderation,
Time for consideration,
Perhaps it is even time for obliteration.
Wake Up now and defy doom and gloom,
And choose instead to believe in magic
And all the possibilities of Light,
Welcome, and be, only love.
For when there are seemingly no answers,
Love is all we can be sure of,
Share it, bless it and give thanks for it,
And open your heart wider to even more gentle, powerful Love.