In Dig'n Jahs People ~~ Written in Mexico (2002)
earth spills through my fingers like past
ages
sages medicine men prophets
before profit replaced the harvest
spoke to me of a time when we could hear
with faithful hearts and burning ears
so that even the sand whispered secrets
of a land before time
before
place replaced space
to run free
with outstretched arms
embracing all that is unseen
with a clear vision
when much could be heard
within the rhythmic spoken word of the
brook
who then shed joyful tears
when remembering those who drew near
to listen
before
before her innocence was stolen
and before her tears were bottled up
there
where
we used to sit and sup
on bended knee
in gratitude to she
who offered herself completely
to quench our internal thirst
that we might see a reflection
of who and what we are
we could hear with faithful hearts and
burning ears
even when the wind screamed
we heard chants
that seemed to calm our fears
when dark days appeared as if to say
remember whose breath from which this comes
remember whose breath from which this comes
reminding us that we are not alone
then
the sound was not muffled by
contagions obstructing the flight
truth
could reach us
directing us
steering us
guiding us right
guiding us to what and who we are
we could hear with faith-filled hearts and
burning ears
so that even the bellowing bush
beckoned us
for years
to dig deep and rise up
but one day we found its call
its brilliance
in an instance
grew dim
hence it can hardly be heard or seen
welcoming us so freely into its fire
transforming us
renewing us
inviting us to live what and who we are
angels saints spirits of old
all told the
stories
all sang the glories
as we danced tribal dances
with our hands in the air
Holding one in another
so tight we form a powerful force of
love and light
until our mother, father, God, reality
sat amid the circle and said
open your hands and fill them with earth again
open your hands a fill them with earth again
and I watched as all of the tiny colorful gains of sand
slipped through my fingers
until only the dust lingered
and I could hear
show them who and what you are
show them who and what you are
we are earth
we are all that is seen and unseen
we are a free-flowing rhythmic brook
under God's care
we are new creation
We are called to be as it was in the beginning
are now and ever shall be
One
one spirit, from one God, sharing the same breath,
creating new stories, singing new glories
of the giving and living of life everlasting
open your hands and fill them with earth again
open your hearts to a renewed spirit
open your minds to wonder
and hear, Mother, Father, God reality
listen for truth and hear
Mother, Father, God
listen for truth and hear
listen for truth
listen
in
Dig'n
Jah's People.
