Wave of Souls

              

                
I am being carried along on a Wave of Souls that's gaining momentum
and gaining volume like the ocean rolling to the shoreline.

What is on the shore that needs so many of us, I cannot fathom;
we will all have learned to surf by the time we reach it though,
and that will give us strength to clambour up the mountain to the 
safety of the plains.

Is this Mother Earth in crisis?
Is this the Summerlands ?
Is this a new beginning ?

The gathering will be strong for it must be strong.
Mother Earth, like the Phoenix, will give birth to Herself from the purifying Ashes;
She will be washed clean by the Ocean;
She will Breathe again.
We will be strong to withstand Her Fire;
we will be tested by Her Waters;
we will be free to live in Her Air.

And what will we teach our Children  (for they will inherit Her) ?

Can you carry water? Can you chop wood ?

The Wave of Souls is gathering
to learn to teach to strengthen to heal
to learn to teach to strengthen to heal
to learn to teach to strengthen to heal
to learn to teach to strengthen to heal.

We must learn to survive
we must learn to build
we must learn to subsist
we must learn to live on Mother Earth without our protective coating
we must learn to heal ourselves and each other
we must learn to Love
we must learn to teach.

To teach our children from our mistakes, that they may understand.
To teach our children our skills, that they will come naturally to them,
for there is strength in skill.
To teach our children to be strong and kind and loving as we will learn to be.

We must be strong to see what lies around us and not be beaten by it, 
nor be taken by it.
We must be strong through the Birth as Mother Earth will be in great pain.
Her human child will need nurturing, and it's growth will be slow.

We must heal ourselves and each other for there is strength in health.
We must heal our gardens so Her plants grow true
We must heal our rivers so Her waters run pure
We must heal our forests and all that live in them
We must heal our Mother.

When the Wave peaks above the shoreline
we will be ready
we will Know

We are travellers
We have journeyed together before
We have already our skills, for we gift them to ourselves from times past
Who will journey with me anew ?
Who will come with me on a search through time to find each gift
we have left for ourselves - wrapped and waiting ?
Who will come with me to discover who we have been to make us who we are today ?
Who will come with me to find our strength to heal our wounds to learn to love ?

© Phoenix Rose
15 Dec 1999