Poem 3 in the series…
Just when I thought the time
of grand pronouncements was over,
that I would no longer find myself
in strange churches or quiet moments
receiving holy messages,
God speaks when you least expect it,
a burning bush for everyday life.
I am called to be a Spiritual Warrior,
to use my creativity to wake up the world.
The white hot fire of Spirit is inside me,
time to summon my moral outrage,
to reclaim the Divine Feminine
and march forth to stake my claim in this world,
make a difference, elicit perhaps only the slightest change,
in a person, a community, a country, or a universe