These are the Days 

She raised her hands upward
The day she heard it was coming
As a warm gesture to the gods,
He lifted her skirt gently 
As a nod to her womanhood,
The busyness of life 
Has begun to fade away
Replaced with purpose of goodwill,
Her memories were harsh
Today held promise
For everyone really,
Even enemies 
Met good common ground 
Without compromising the weak,
Evildoers met God 
And willingly served their just punishment
Or rotted away,
Nothingness was replaced
With be-ing
Be-ing wonderfully made
Savvy in all right things,
Truth eradicated lies
And injustices,
This is the golden age
The new earth
The ascension 
The uplifting,
Here we are 
Peeking over the horizon in to it,
No sorrows for the old ways
No shock about misjudgments,
Gratitude is on the in-breath
And emotional intelligence on the out-breath
Sanity is on the rise
Creativity is exploding
Problem-solving is distributed,
I raised my hands upward
The day I heard it was coming
As a warm gesture to the gods,
This is heavenly
This is Our calling
These are the days.