Will our current clothes melt off during the big burn?
Or, will they be ripped apart by thundering hooves?
How and when does the sacred shredding of shame
And obligation happen?
Our clotted up canals are not only our stuck places
But our protectors, too, keeping us safe from harm
While opening up our bodies, hearts and minds
Expanding fully
What a risky proposition!
Not just naked but vulnerable, fragile, and gooey
We break open our shells of whatever sort
Asking, begging to enter the new world
Once and for all, proudly shedding our skins
Wait a minute! It could be cold out there
Or, suffocatingly hot
I didn’t bring my windbreaker or my hat
I need them when I travel to the New Earth
Got to find transportation as well
A glossy golden ribbon floated down from the sky
Seductive and magnetic, offering so many gifts
If we touch or grab the thread, we may change
Forevermore, and we take our time deciding
Then, when the lions roar and the saxophones sing
We latch on to the glowing strand of gold and
Dive deep down into the ocean with glee
No longer wanting to live as we have been living
We die to past structures in order to create
This new world
This new space of Grace
It is time
It is now
Coming with me
Or not?
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