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Conceived in the Valley of Armageddon

Wake up, Children of the Spirit's song!
Your fathers' courage braved the sea in numbers that defy the tale;
Dense as locusts cross the dawn their airborne pact with liberty survived to sire your Single Heart.
Remember how the sweet descent of Love uprooted you and me and cast us out upon the field,
seeds naked, joyous, free of fear's propriety?


Do not discount your sojourn to the depths of soul;
Do not forget the flight of wings you rode as One, millions strong
High above the courts and spires that tell the last five hundred years' enslavement here,
your advent seen and marked by every living thing!


Arise! You have completed what has intervened, has brought you sleep and respite from the pain of incapacity:
Your children are no longer babes;
Your bondage in the halls of Bacchus is undone in wisdom's grace;
Your parents have surrendered fear of Spirit's Face and reconciled your youthful hopes in Love's embrace.


Open your marvelous eyes, Children of the Age!
See what you have done: No more can this world lie yet sleep in confidence,
nor can neighbors turn away without the cost of pleasure's sacrifice.


You are the messengers who rent the veil of separation's misery;
You were the minstrels dancing round the globe to songs of peace and harmony;
You were the mirrors, multiplying every light, exposing shadow til all darkness lost its mystery.


You, the agents of baptism, the promise of eternity, own your legacy!
Awaken now and hear the call that rings within for none but you who made this Be:
Shake off the trappings of your sleeping years;
Abandon every mode of life that lulls you from your destiny!




Rise, again as One, and bring your harvest in.

1 November 1999, Sugarpie Rabbit | Previously here
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