A black sky at high noon;
The tombstone marking the grave
of a living Earth that shows no signs of life;
Paralyzing, life-draining stillness
No wind to sway the willow’s rigid limbs;
Dense mists hanging motionless, obscure
A fog clouding all vision of hope;
No one who sees, hears, or speaks.
Then a shift in the air
A light breeze beginning to blow,
becoming an angry, violent wind:
The sweet gale of revolution.
Oaks whipping, whirling, uprooted;
Torrents of resistance lashing stagnance from the land;
Bolts of lightning illuminating the blackness,
allowing all to see glimpses of truth who will;
Thunder rolls heralding the break of the storm,
A wonderful symphony of broken silence!
Screaming wind, roaring thunder, pounding rain, piercing lightning;
A concert to make the deaf hear,
A show to make the blind see.
Yes, that’s just what this world needs
to drive out false sunshine and bring in true light:
One furious cyclone of defiance–
One beautiful storm!

Image by Sciwolf

Related Reading:

The Incarnation of Hope

Wraith Revolution by Believer