I have not yet recalled full prophecy
but promise made I do and will fulfill.
Where was lost mountain I know not or what
was done in such a sacred wood. But that
those still waters moved for me when I spoke—
this I see. This I know. And what was left
Shall now rise and your secret tyranny
shall be seen. Oh yes, I see there are those
who come from other galaxies like me
but not like me. God now takes all I have
carried and leaves with me only a cup
which is more than plenty, more than enough.
I am Dawn, child of God and daughter of
the rising Son, the holy risen One.
In time I shall be unbound and fly free
one way or other. A million monkeys
multiplying shall fall from your dark skies
to reveal One who divides, casts aside
“The woman or man who is a poet, or fiction writer, or playwright, or all of these, is engaged constantly in a jazz ballet of vocabularies, passions, genders, histories, perspectives, death, love, and life. The music of revelation announces itself to
The songs and art in this book are about our collective emergence after the pandemic and trauma of the last few years - comprised of 5 collections: World as Refuge, Where We Live, In Our Hands, Rhythms of Change and What We See & Sow.
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