Under The Olive Tree

The Clamour

“For Babylon’s sins have reached unto heaven – and the cries of the innocent have bidden her judgements.” – The Fool

Every word you say

Every word you write

Be it Daytime’s stage

Or the still of Night

The opinions you state

What you set your eyes upon

All the roads you take

Every secret work

Every bitter hate

Every act of love

Every parting glance

Every thing you do

When you get the chance

We are expressing ourselves in unprecedented ways – and collectively – whether in secret – or in broadcasting our thoughts and rhythms into space – we are all contributors.

From the feeble confused thoughts and questions of the stricken mother in Darfur – with her emaciated child clinging to her in its last dying hours – to the corporate baron feasting on “wine, women and song” -

. . from the streets of Folsom to the remote monastery – we are all contributors –

the clamour is growing day by day –

a wave is sweeping the globe – and as it crashes on every shore – it carries in its ebb and flow all restrictions stripped away

we are entering a new and terrible and final day.

When your judges rule by decree of law that the tender babe – born of your love – and come from your flesh – must be given the opportunity to learn all the sins of the wicked before the age of accountability – in fairness to choose between good and evil –

and you see the beady eyes of the serpent fixed upon you . . . .

and the intimacy of Eden has surrendered to the cacophony of voices – and every work of good and evil noised abroad –

and the clamour is a riot, and the riot is a tumult, and the tumult is a gale force wind – and the gale force wind is a consuming fire – and the consuming fire is an overthrow –

and the work is finished

and the voice of the harpers cease

“then look up – for your redemption is drawing nigh” – The Preacher of Galilee

We are all builders

working in the scheme –

we are all players

Reaching for our dreams

We are all gathering

Seething masses in the dark

Looking for an anchor

Holding on to what we can

As the clamour rises up

To the destiny of man.