Renaissance
Of all the planets in all the galaxies of our Universe,
The holy child chose Earth,
Giver of grain, weaver of wind and water,
Spinner of dust and sand,
Whose volcanic ash cooled,
Then carried by rivers of rain,
Birthed forests of conifers, moss, ferns and
Wildflowers across the burgeoning land.
Hope watched in wonder as each strand of time
Turned in the boundlessness of space
And spiraled to become tamed
By love's strong, but gentle force.
A breath was taken
That would recast the vision of humanity for eternity;
A path, blazed from the wellspring of creation,
Carved a majestic course.
But we, explorers of mind,
Who quest fulfillment in materialism and greed,
Have, by our desires, been deceived
And left abandoned by our temptations;
As have our injustices,
Once exposed by dayspring, betrayed our origins.
Wavering on the precipice,
We fall to our knees and pray for redemption.
Once we own our choices
And seize honor by seeking meaning in each moment,
We come like travelers from afar,
Bearing gifts of painting, song and poem.
Uniting the will of the world,
We raise high the voice of our compassion,
Awakening a renaissance of inner peace
That sweeps the reach of our globe.
"Renaissance" © August 31, 2007 by Cathy Ginter