30 Days of Hymns, the Sacred Triad, the Morrigan #5: Revolution

With my watering can full
I will grow the seeds.

Hail to you, Mother of Revolution
Queen of the Darkness
in which it germinates

Fertilizer of new ideas
Giver of strength
to survive the winter

I will help you plant the seeds
and I will help them grow.

Plant life creeping through
concrete cracks
the very symbol of
survivance
triumph
resistance

How to start a revolution:
plant seeds
feed them
wait.
Gardening is hard work
and patience

Never rushed
was something worth doing.

When it comes time: prune,
and prune again.
Pull out the plants
that have become poisoned
by the soil
twisted beyond recognition

Tend the garden of revolution carefully.
Pull out the toxic thorns

Plant purifiers in poisoned soil
before you try to sow flowers.

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With my broom and cloth
I will sweep and scrub.

Hail to you, Father of Change
King of the Time To Roll Up Your Sleeves
and put in a little elbow grease.

Cleanser of mind and soul
you who roots out corruption
and scrubs away treachery.

I will sweep with you
I will scrub away the toxins

those clamouring for bloodshed
have not yet asked:
who cleans up
in the aftermath?

pick up a cloth and start now
or admit
your revolutionary spark
is only a desire to cause pain.

Whatever first steps you take,

be ready with a dust pan and broom.
They will always be needed.

Hail to you, Parent of Re-evolution
Sovereign of Adaptation
teach us your secrets; let us
plant the seeds
and
scrub away the mess.


30 Days of Hymns: The Sacred Triad

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