Your Time Is Coming

I heard it whispered in the corn fields 

Greying women with aching backs

Who, at the mention of the news, 

lift the corners of their mouths a crack

All at once they begin to clap. 

A shift in the breeze, 

says one

A humming in the forest trees, 

chimes another 

A fragrance of something to come, 

chanting at once

A voice carried in the Southern wind, 

cries one

A wink of light over the horizon, 

sighs another 

The tremble of giant footsteps, 

shouting altogether

No one could agree on what they had seen

But they were certain of one thing. 

A change was coming. 

A call to order

A cosmic gathering 

These women, our great grandmothers mothers stood amongst the flowers

Envisioning the life that would someday be ours

A culmination of their prayers and wildest dreams

Answered in you and me

We are the blossoming of a 1000 year old seed

the slaying of an ancient foe... 

The fusion of target and arrow 

A harvest fully ripened and sweet

A long appointed meeting...

Have a seat, we apologize for the delay, 

Your time is coming.

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