THE SKY GODS ARE ANGRY

 

The Sky Gods are angry.
Down below, dragons are breathing fire,
and raining down rocks
and fire and floods
upon the villagers.

"Help us!" we cry,
for we are weak, and afraid.

"We are aware of the problem,"
the Sky Gods say,
"but we are very busy."

Meanwhile villagers, children, elders,
creatures wild and tame,
are suffering.
The Sky Gods appear
to be unmoved by
their anguished cries.

What can we earthlings do
to smooth the rifts
between the people of the earth,
each other and other earthlings,
between commoners and government,
or one country and another?
How do we cross
the unbridgeable chasm between
corporate greed and a struggling climate?

When will we understand
 we must heal our disconnection,
remember that we are all one,
that what happens to one happens to us all?

How can we make the Sky Gods
smile again?
Send the dragons back to sleep
in their caves?

We must find a way
to heal our minds and spirits,
and find our way back
to the garden.
If not now,
then, on the other side
of cataclysm,
we will be required
to begin again.

for Sumana's prompt at What's Going On : Rifts. Very timely.