Voice Came to Me

Voice came to me this morning,
Voice from angelic heights.
Voice said to me, "Quit mourning:
Rise up, stand up and fight!"

Voice was part-air, part-water,
And part - the planet core
Part-tenderness, part-slaughter
And part-forevermore

It was quite nice and lovely
And yet austere and strong:
The sky dissolved above me
And then burst into song:

The thunder clouds were dancing
And through them beamed the Sun 
The biosphere entrancing,
Making it bloom as one.

It came out of the clouds -
Sun showers' silver threads -
The thunder and the shouts
Resounding in my head

Saying, "Get up and go
And never you look back."
My mind began to glow
And like a smokestack

I blew the greenhouse gases
And set the place aflame -
Imparting all the blessings,
Vanquishing guilt and shame.

The voice came to me gently
And also as command:
I watched it all intently
And tried to understand

What was its source and substance
And where it sought to lead -
The water, air and dust in
Dungeon hole of deceit.

I listened to the voice and
Let it ring through my heart,
Removing all the poison
And all that was not smart,

And though at first I feared it,
And though I came undone,
I sent my risen spirit
Into the rising sun.