The Awakened Ones Poem by DM W

I believe in all the dreamers:
All the poets & prophets;
All those who despair
At the rigid claims of the tribe:
Who refuse to worship
At the altar of its hollow idols;
Who refuse the call
To work under systems
That discourage
Studied contemplation
Of a deeper beauty;
Who labor long hours
To create wondrous flowers,
Despite the degradation
Of rich, sacred realms
By crude commerce;
And all those who connive
To promote indifference.


I believe in all the dreamers:
All the poets & prophets
Whose vision reaches
Beyond familiar skies
To incomprehensible stars;
Who cannot be controlled
By dark agents & actors;
Who are not afraid
To hurl burning questions
At the frozen centers of power;
Whose beatific creeds
& Christ like ideals
Drive their courage to be
& cannot be broken
Whatever the cost
To heart & soul.

Listen to the prophets:
To the awakened ones;
Who disturb the sleep
Of the easily satisfied;
Who proclaim the beauty
Of the Word even in
The midst of suffering;
Who reveal the Truth's light
In the land of shadows;
Who sing of the angelic
Despite the great depths of sin;
Who are rooted in the world
But know the sovereign
Ways of the winged spirit;
Who are not weather vanes
Moving mechanically
With the wind of the Times,
But signposts for the centuries.