In the psalms of our lives let us be ever mindful;
we are children of the sun—Rising each dawn
to meet the struggle in the river valleys
of the long day’s revolution of the trying times.
Like bridges over troubled waters
let us continue to cover our children
with protective love…
quilting them with liberating truths
that they may understand the moon’s
waning and waxing—Going and coming
like the reflecting power animating
from the wombs of the black holes
of our cosmic beginnings.
And when the setting of time calls
on this side of the galactic ocean of life,
may the pyramidic dust of our legacy
leave a proven blueprint to liberation
that our bequeathed generation
can build upon—
Leaving ziggurats of our story
rising with the dawn of each beginning.