In the Vineyard of Our Collective Soul #625

In the Vineyard of Our Collective Soul In ancient whispers, time's embrace, A vineyard lies, a sacred space. Isaiah's song, through centuries, calls, A plea for justice, in echoing halls. A metaphor rich, with depth profound, Where greed and decay are tightly wound. The land, the people, in divine sight, Yearn for the dawn, away from the night. Amidst the vines, a truth is told, Of wealth amassed, hearts left cold. A critique of now, as it was then, A call to action, for all women and men. Justice, righteousness, not far-flung dreams, But the essence of life, or so it seems. Equity, fairness, foundations to lay, For a community's spirit, to light the way. This ancient story, a path it weaves, Through repentance and change, the soul believes. A transformation, from within to without, A journey of faith, beyond any doubt. The vineyard waits, not for one, but for all, For hands to tend, to answer the call. Sustainable stewardship, a balance to find, For prosperity's promise, to all of mankind. Inspired by wisdom, from ages past, A blueprint for the future, vast. A world of justice, righteousness, care, In the vineyard of our soul, a collective prayer. Written by Steven G. Lee (March 20, 2024)