the shift

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the saints have been sleeping

under blankets of deep snow

their prayers frozen solid silent still

and now

at the end of the months-long winter’s night

they begin to dream in dawn’s first glowing

their rapid eye movement

                            the first fluttering of life deep under all

they dream of places where even god has never been

they dream of things not yet seen this side of the moon

they dream up songs both ancient and new

and slowly, slowly, slowly a melody rises from the pores of rock hard ground

the returning birds sing it first

the sun offers a slow strong bass beat

the swelling creeks accompany

and it wakes the sleeping bear in you

these songs have never been heard

these songs await lyrics that only you can write

these songs have a chorus we’ve heard before our birthing

and now is when we are called to sing

something’s shifting

something’s broken the frozen heart’s secret hold

something’s rising with a sweet surprise

and soon

and not too soon

we’ll see the saints dancing

with the seventh generation’s joy

at last