The Time Is At Hand

She stood at the fence quietly surveying the scene before her...armed guards holding back the surge of people fleeing death, poverty, oppression. She noted the arrogance of the soldiers as hoses were lifted to spray at the screaming crowd...again. Mothers shielded their children, fathers stood defiant against the torrent of water. She felt a sense of deep loss standing there, just far enough way to feel only a few drops...the lack of compassion complete, no sense of humanity was evident as soldiers followed their orders and families followed their needs. Whole communities had been torn asunder as the power wielding few destroyed what was once...great. What had been lost was a concept deeply buried under
apathetic self pity...the comformist's web had been spun and freedom's very essence had been bled dry. Even the soldiers had been blinded...their souls pushed deep into wells of self righteous ignorance. The power of many, when gathered and organized, is as strong as steel and a thing to be reckonded with...but...for the power of many to be realized there must come an awakening...a rising of indignation and a demand that changes must be made...will be made. She knew this as she quietly stood watching her people; black, white, brown, yellow and red. She remembered what once was and was again stricken by a deep sadness...oh, if only they would stop fighting...if only they would learn to fight as warriors rather than victims caught in a mess of angry self reproach. She stepped back from the fence and climbed a hill to sit again under a high oak tree. She waited for the children to gather and then began telling the stories of days gone by. She knew that in these children a spark would light and a longing would grow...dignity and grace, which is present in us all, would stand strong again in their hearts and minds and the fighting would be replaced by the quiet certainty that freedom was the one thing belonging to them all...a birthright that would once again reign supreme over any greed for power, money or prestige. The time is at hand...the fighting will end, the awakening will be complete. And it will be in the hands and the hearts of our children.