Prayer from the Twelfth Hour

“And he called those who came in the twelfth hour,
and the last shall be as the first.”

Matthew 20:16

but the Twelfth Hour has passed…

The last candle is lit, but the mirror is still black.

We must keep the light.

We must keep it.

I. It’s 1:59 A.M.

I will not keep this moment forever,
as any before.
I will not live forever,
as anyone before.

I came here naked
and plunged into chaos.
Bullies have power,
and Satan is dancing heinously on the stage.

Good wind is not blowing
from any direction.
No stream.
No thing.

II. The Dream

Brother, brother!
Dreaming of a beautiful forest,
with butterflies and fairies,
with Greek muses.

Sun, oh sun,
can you smell the scent of fresh grass?
Fresh hay for the little rabbits.

History died, finally.
Instead of the Apocalypse of John

,
we have peace and justice,
humanity, joy.

We all decide as one,
and one as all.
Today the world smiles,
the dream is beautiful,
the dream is here.

III. The Call

Brother, oh brother,
let us embrace,

let us do:

the revolution of prosperity

the revolution of listening

the revolution of the many

the revolution of the revolutions

revolution of responsibility

Bring peace and justice into being,
let us dream beautifully.

IV. The Awakening

Wide eyes open.

In the blinding darkness of the concert flashlights,

I’ve seen the unborn cone of light!

Silence in the middle of the chaos,

It’s here!

Quick!
You!

And You!

Up!
Wake up!