Prophesy

Once, the world was a sacred abode.
It shall be so again. We shall lay hands
                                                    on our home.

Spirit shall return to the mountains.
We shall bow in awe, give thanks and praise

                                                    for this, our gift.

We shall carry the holy fire
with all the humility of the noblest stewards.

We shall forsake dead knowledge for
knowledge that death gives way to life
                                                    again and again.

Our bones shall partake of the wonder 

of return to the circle of care, of coming home.