If everything comes alive once again
The mindscape of the happiest
At the moment might be blurred
With clouds darksome, with no streak of light
But imminent thunderstorms and tempests wild
Memory is a storehouse replete with swans and snakes
Release the swans and let them revive romance loveliest
Make it a point not to allow the snakes to emerge from holes,
Breathe out venom and spoil the sport with venomous blast
Celebrate the Risen Christ with mounting ‘hosannas' spirited
Let each of us set a crown upon himself or herself
Induce deliberate oblivion where thorns and nails get blotted out
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The phrase 'mounting hosannas' came to me in a meditation this morning, so I searched it. Your poem reflected what I am being shown about how we wake up together. Thank you for showing up so beautifully as part of the tapestry that guides us all Home 💚🌟