by SharOn Alder
I have given them eyes to see,
And they have not seen.
I have given them ears to hear,
And they have not heard.
I have given them a mind to discern,
And they have not discerned
The ways of holiness.
I have given them a heart,
And they have not loved one another
Or the Holy Mother.
I have given them a bright star
To guide them to the Holy Land,
Yet they have wandered in the deserts
Of desire and despair.
And when they came to the Holy Land,
The Chosen Ones took with them
The ways of desecration and war.
The Chosen Ones defiled and laid waste
The holy cities, the holy temples,
The children, the mothers and the old ones.
The Chosen Ones defiled her holy daughters
And sacred land.
From their way, who has returned
To the ways of sanctity and holiness?
Who has prepared their hearts for her return?
Who has raised for her, her sacred temples?
Who has clothed and honored her sacred daughters?
Who has fed her little children?
Who has cared for the aged and the crippled?
Who has purged her Holy Land from the ways of war
And laid the sacred ground with the ways of peace?
Oh ye children of man, I say,
Prepare yourselves with fasting and with prayers.
For the lamentations of The Mother are great.
For her temples and beloved are naught,
And they see and behold her not.
art / clyde caldwell
editor / elvis bojangles