By Andrew Hobbs
We are now, we’re harmonising
we are here, we are uniting,
holding space for a mighty birthing
we’ve dug deep, we’ve not gone skirting,
and we can hear the glory chirping
the unity we’re seeking’s breathing
and all the choking ways are leaving.
Mother-Father-Love is growing
it’s coming from an inner knowing,
and as we merge, as all is blending
so we witness truth ascending,
so we rise to splendour dawning
to the waking up, to kindness yawning,
we’re coming in to a different being
as a gathering, the great all-seeing.
The lights are on, the wheels are turning
the loving truth is a candle burning,
and as we come to heal by talking
so we’ll see the seething walking,
leaving us with room for soothing
the chance to change, to cease the looting,
and we, the missed, are now converging.
Hope’s not gone, it’s back to knowing
it knows that many souls are growing,
that a reuniting light is shining
shining on a silver lining,
one as bright as sunlight pouring
through the windows, on the snoring,
Mother-Father-Love’s the stunning
change that lovers know is coming.
Andrew Hobbs. 14.07.16