Praised Be: Original Poem by DM W

Praised be: the rebellious gestures of Jesus Christ echoing through time & the dialogues of dreamers in the potent bliss of Spring.

Praised be: The ripening of stars in the fertile night
& the diaphanous words that glide with the birds on the wind

Praised be: The peace activists railing against the vast, intractable machinery of war & the so called mad who've broken out of capitalism's metal ways

Praised be: The wounded children of the dust who lie weeping
In the graveyard of frozen vision; may this abundant age address their suffering

Praised be: The unknown saints so humble in their utter ordinariness  
& the most fragile of flowers barely surviving amongst neon & concrete

Praised be: The angelic artists scratching at the heart of life; searching for a pulse behind the plastic & the wilder ones with wandering, fevered minds who cannot rest.

Praised be: Those who sip the liquid light from the vital sun of longing & those who proselytise in plagued streets at midnight.

Praised be - Those who find a dwelling place in the soft embrace of imagination & who oppose its strangulation in the crucible of calculated education.

Praised be: The non conformists refusing to follow regimented consumption & the debunkers of myth & fairytale in the caustic kingdom of advertising.

Praised be: The poetry - a flash of light in the midst of a dark, discordant universe & the revolutionaries buttressing the burning questions of these desperate times.

Praised be: The flesh, the air and the fire of genius thought which reinvigorates leaden lexicons & the mellifluous music that heightens critical consciousness.

Praised be: The saviours of wanton humanity who sacrifice themselves so that we may live & the mystics & the monks who repeat their mantras to end all pain.

Praised be: The holy ocean of infinite wisdom in an age of tainted information & the immensity of joy that refuses to be crushed by fearful philistines.

Praised be: The fruits of eternity ripening in the gilded gardens of existence. Shame on the secular prophets who refute the Word and deny its gleaming reality.

Praised be: The redeeming rain pouring through the cracks in our elaborate designs & the healing days when limitless Love soars over the abyss.

Praised be: The rebirth of wonder in deadening democracies
& the Spirit that remains as fleeting illusions fade away.