As the leaves made their way to each other,
Stretching out from the branches that held them up,
Creating a barrier, distorting all that lay behind,
The air among them became thick, and hazy too.
It’s true what’s lost is found, but so too,
Is it true that some things are better lost,
Or rather not found but overcome.
Not all things that return are welcome,
Nor should they be.
What binds One and all together, that’s what is Supreme.
Enlightening to the soul,
Expanding hearts and minds,
Extending a will that is free,
Created to stand up and do more than just survive.
Yes, the meek shall inherit the earth,
But not by turning eyes from the blind,
As they pounce and plunder,
Putting down and shutting out,
Igniting fires that are not Divine.
What is True, what is Just,
Brings together and raises up,
Working things out to what is best.
These are the tests of our times.
Never mind what’s yours, what’s mine.
What is True, what is Just,
Beckons one and all.
It shall not shrink… it shall not sink.
These are the tests of our times.

Whoever finds his life will lose it, and whoever loses his life for my sake will find it. – Mt 10:39