come ye
the hushed, unhonored
and unheard
gather at the shores of all that matters
let the wet wide wisdom
receive your whispers
as waves who keep stirring and shaping
come
come ye
whose voices hold Truth and crack
whose signs are creased
and chants are tired
occupiers refugees
homeless hungry
thirsty
come
poor
come
like stones sinking
slip your messages through
the prison bars
send your prophets to
the city halls
rest your rhetoric
upon the altars of
“alleluia for the elected can set us free”
come to the shores
beaches, restored
fill the ocean with your blue remembering
pour in your tough times and tears
sing funeral chants to the tune of here-we-go-again
come
shower us
tell us what common good totally means
paint colorful scenes of Life really protected respected
wash us
you who are unheard
your narratives know
you can tell us all how to grow
we need you
please purify the politicians
leave out no litanies
come
renew us
your telling can baptize new beginnings and blessings
your music can truly connect us
your dancing is a mixing of crashing compassion
your symphonies of today and tomorrow
can really
cleanse us
come ye
come
