Sister Poetry

And how shall we speak of the Prophets?
Do they rage against the injustice
Of the rich still consuming the poor?
Are they weeping at the deaths of
Of those taken by climate change storms,
The ravishing of homes and land,
And precious lives?
Do they tear their garments
When lies are so callously
Shouted as truth while clouding
Innocence with barbaric rhetoric?
Or are they marching steadfastly
Through the ashes of all that seems lost,
Still condemning tyrannical actions
By speaking a Gospel of Love.
Are their hands and bodies brittle and old,
While their dreams remain vivid?
Or are they the young
Dancing in the darkness of what is yet unknown?
Do they walk together
With the children of tomorrow
Sometimes gently singing,
Sometimes allowing their tears
To water the land and soften hearts?
Do their soft smiles
Offer joyful hope.
And how shall we speak of the Prophets,
The Whisperers of God’s heart?