Day 15: Revolution

 

In 2019, a Polish woman was arrested for painting a rainbow halo on an image of Mary.

Listen to the song on YouTube

Don't you know
They're talking about a revolution?
It sounds like a whisper
Don't you know
Talking about a revolution?
It sounds like a whisper

While they're standing in the welfare lines
Crying at the doorsteps of those armies of salvation
Wasting time in the unemployment lines
Sittin' around waiting for a promotion

Don't you know
Talking bout a revolution?
It sounds like a whisper

Poor people gonna rise up
And get their share

Poor people gonna rise up
And take what's theirs

Don't you know you better
Run, run, run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, run, run, run

Oh, I said you better
Run, run, run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, run, run, run

'Cause finally the tables are starting to turn
Talkin' about a revolution
'Cause finally the tables are starting to turn
Talkin' 'bout a revolution, oh no
Talkin' 'bout a revolution, oh

I've been standing in the welfare lines
Crying at the doorsteps of those armies of salvation
Wasting time in the unemployment lines
Sittin' around waitin' for a promotion

Don't you know
Talking about a revolution?
It sounds like a whisper

And finally the tables are starting to turn
Talkin' 'bout a revolution
'Cause finally the tables are starting to turn
Talkin' 'bout a revolution, oh no
Talkin' 'bout a revolution, oh no
Talkin' 'bout a revolution, oh no

—Tracy Chapman

On the 3rd Sunday of Advent, we light the candle of Love:

We, unaccustomed to courage

exiles from delight

live coiled in shells of loneliness

until love leaves its high holy temple

and comes into our sight

to liberate us into life.

Love arrives

and in its train come ecstasies

old memories of pleasure

ancient histories of pain.

Yet if we are bold,

love strikes away the chains of fear

from our souls.

We are weaned from our timidity

In the flush of love's light

we dare be brave

And suddenly we see

that love costs all we are

and will ever be.

Yet it is only love

which sets us free.

Touched by an Angel by Maya Angelou