Dear Lord (#7)(for G. Thunberg)
excuse me your grace a message awaits you,
it comes from Gaia and Moon.
it states, and with little fan-faire that humanity
remains in their favor.
moreover, Moon’s radiance persist on weaving
skyscapes flitting with tips dipped in salvation
made true by living hearts and the myriad souls
lost to the abyss.
your grace?
yes. that is correct.
despite the unending
rape
of Mother Gaia.
brothers and sisters! is not the face of God
where souls find refuge as they witness timeless
communions between light and form?
Wake up! Look around!
Shall every atom be consumed!?
What darkness is this!?
brothers and sisters! our very essence is Love!
It is within. It is churning in anticipation, right
before that bursting of Light reaching past
the abyss into sun spread arms!
WMC
4/2/21
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