“It’s 3:23 in the morning and I’m awake because my great-great grandchildren won’t let me sleep.
My great-great grandchildren ask me in dreams
“What did you do while the planet was plundered?
What did you do when the Earth was unraveling?
Surely you did something when the seasons started failing, as the mammals, reptiles, birds were all dying.
Did you fill the streets with protest when democracy was stolen?
What did you do once you knew?”
~This poem is by Drew Dillinger a young social activist, cosmologist, and Thomas Berry scholar.
Sometimes I’m too exhausted to write all what’s going on in my head…
I come home walking in the rain, in the cold, in the ubiquitous darkness, my head pumping with all the thoughts clamouring to be said.
There is so much to be done. So much to learn. So much to live. So much to give…
Others have already written what I want to say…
“…The time of the lone wolf is over.
Banish the word struggle from your attitude and vocabulary.
All that we do now must be done in a sacred manner and in celebration.
For we are the ones we have been waiting for.”
~ Hopi Elders Prophesy