The Wind Of Change

We are waiting for
The healing winds of peace
In places ravaged by war
We are waiting for the impersonal groans
Of mother earth to cease
Her abundant provisions
To no longer be a thing
Worth dying but living for
We are waiting for
True leaders to emerge
In places were minds are held hostage by terror
For leaders to be servants
Upholding a sacred mission
We are awaiting a revolution
Not of guns and steels
But of the mind
Revolutionary ideas that spin
The wheel of time
Making a dark age a thing
Of the past

We are Waiting

We are waiting for our children to
Be warriors of the truth
Pursuers of a higher calling
Not dead materiality
They are the hope
They are the targets of our prayers
They are the wind that blows
Like a ghost, through space
Silently but surely along inanimate and living structures
To reveal how far we've come
-If we did a good job
-If they learned anything
From the horrors and struggles
Due to the selling our souls
Our people_ our traditions

We continue to wait until we realize
Hopefully, in the nick of time
We are they and they are us-
The wind-what type of wind-that changes