This Consecrated Hour

[An invocation offered by James O'dea on Sep 25th call.]

Do you not see them

the decimated specters of violent conflagration

covered in ashes

the starving people, starving nations

the drowning refugees

all the beings trampled in degradation

crowding our collective shadow field?

Go find them. In this, this

consecrated hour of human becoming

find your estranged, your lost and abandoned family.

Kiss them until the ashes of their betrayal turn from grey to red

and the blush of love blows through

the one soul, the one life of all.

Do you not feel them

the slicks of poison, the necrotic plastic,

the oceans dead-zones, the cancers, the tumors,

the die-offs, the daily extinctions

the breath of life suffocated on a genocidal scale?

Do you not feel the fire and flood in your own flesh and blood?

Go heal Earth’s trauma. In this, this

consecrated hour of human becoming feel your rivers

your lakes, your forests and mountains,

feel their freshness, their pure life force coursing your veins,

opening your heart to the one Mother,

the one soul, the one life of all.

Do you not know them

the sacred guardians of the hour, the heart-sourced listeners

the agents of truth, the instruments of soul awakening

consciousness raising light resurrecting power of transfiguration

in the center of your own compassionately ripened awareness?

Go manifest this power. In this, this

consecrated hour of human becoming

sing the communal choirs of collaboration

showering our wounded world

with the divinely feted audacity to celebrate

the one soul, the one life of all.