From Our Loving Mother

Here is a river of cloud, crackling with thunder, to send you a feeling of power and wonder.

Here is a blanket of snow, tinkling with crystals, to waken your passion with joy by the fistfuls.

Here is a dried leaf, floating with windsong, to help you find preciousness and hold it within long.

Here is a rainstorm, pulsing with chaos, to offer you wisdom to win back the day lost.

Here is a bright moon, sullen with silence, to inspire your strength through a night full of violence

Here is a new sun, giving forever, to hold you with new hope to try your endeavor.

All of these wild things no one controls

offer this daily to bolster our souls.

Take it and pray we will shoulder the tolls

and pay with our choices,

say with our voices

that now is the time

to listen and hoist this

flag of the revolution

of the Loving Mother.