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THE RISING by Caroline Mellor

I love winter time: its beauty, its stillness and its gifts of listening, receiving and dreaming...
This winter, after a tumultuous year, I feel we are being called on to dream a brighter future. Writing, for me, can be one way to contribute to this collective dreaming.
"We have to believe in a more beautiful world in order to serve it." Charles Eisenstein
My poem is intended as an imagining, a wish and a prayer. A dream for a better world which our hearts know is possible - one which already exists in bright, hopeful corners of the world and which needs to be nurtured. 
Of course, dreaming is just a part of changing the story. But it can be a foundation for action and for real change. As we reach the winter solstice, let's turn towards the light and remember that:
"Another world is not only possible, she is on her way. On a quiet day, I can hear her breathing."  Arundhati Roy

The Rising
by Caroline Mellor

doves were given seats in parliament.
Growth was measured in forests,
greed was a treatable condition and
the only religion was love.
An economy based on death was unthinkable. 

The great spirits gathered themselves 
once more and proceeded like clouds 
moving over the mountains, returning 
to the lands of the ancestors, lighting 
fires along the way for each of 
those that did not make it.

The time of remembering came and went
like a storm or a dream, as all things do,
unfolding crease by crease like a sail in the wind.

That was where we met, your dad and I,
in a field some time after the sunrise.

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