Robins in the snow
They knew spring was coming
In the middle of winter
An aberration
Disconcerting as a rock band
In the silence of a cathedral
I cannot help but feel its a portend
When the robins come in winter
The connection to the source has blurred
We listen to the voice of greed and believe its promises
Choosing to forget or oneness with the trees
Who can stand to see their mother cry
For her lost children
Who thought we could make our own rules
And now the animals are dying
Spring is coming in the middle of winter
Robins are searching for food in the snow
And we are feeling helpless to stop
What we have set in motion
Pretending not to hear
The rock band in the cathedral
( from the book, Re-entering the Womb of the Goddess )
http://www.amazon.com/Re-entering-Womb-Goddess-Paintings-Kamala/dp/1424184983
