YOU WILL NEVER BE FORGOTTEN. Rest in Peace, My Angel...

A Moment In Time

It is with an intense sense of urgency that the Universe cries out for a plea of gentleness, and empathy for all living creatures. God created those who are voiceless, and defenseless for their own glory and for a far greater purpose than most humans can contemplate.

ANIMALS inspire LOVE.

ANIMALS ARE PURE LOVE

I implore everyone to offer to the Universe but "A Moment In Time"; a moment of synchronous, silent, yet united reflection of prayer and meditation for those souls who love so unconditionally, and ask for nothing in return. For those souls who are truly the masters of spiritual evolution, yet suffer so universally, and with such torment, by the hands of the human animal. And, for those souls who have passed and have finally found eternal peace.

Let us, all together, harness the powerful energies that we all possess to change the tide for the "Innocents" forever. It only calls for:

"A Moment in Time".

Marijo Anne Gillis

WAG NEW YORK

FOR THE ANIMALS

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Voice of the Voiceless

I am the voice of the voiceless:
  Through me, the dumb shall speak;
Till the deaf world's ear be made to hear
  The cry of the wordless weak.
From street, from cage, and from kennel,
  From jungle and stall, the wail
Of my tortured kin proclaims the sin
  Of the mighty against the frail.

I am a ray from the centre;
  And I will feed God's spark,
Till a great light glows in the night and shows
  The dark deeds done in the dark.
And full on the thoughtless sleeper
  Shall flash its glaring flame,
Till he wakens to see what crimes may be
  Cloaked under an honoured name.

The same force formed the sparrow
  That fashioned Man, the King;
The God of the Whole gave a spark of soul
  To each furred and feathered thing.
And I am my brother's keeper,
  And I will fight his fight,
And speak the word for beast and bird,
  Till the world shall set things right.

Let no voice cavil at Science -
  The strong torch-bearer of God;
For brave are his deeds, though dying creeds,
   Must fall where his feet have trod.
But he who would trample kindness
   And mercy into the dust -
He has missed the trail and his quest will fail:
   He is not the guide to trust.

For love is the true religion,
  And love is the law sublime;
And all that is wrought, where love is not,
  Will die at the touch of time.
And Science, the great revealer,
  Must flame his torch at the Source;
And keep it bright, with that holy light
  Or his feet shall fail on the course.

Oh, never a brute in the forest,
  And never a snake in the fen,
Or ravening bird, starvation stirred,
  Has hunted its prey like men.
For hunger, and fear, and passion
  Alone drive beasts to slay,
But wonderful man, the crown of the plan,
  Tortures, and kills, for play.

He goes well fed from his table;
  He kisses his child and wife;
Then he haunts a wood, till he orphans a brood,
  Or robs a deer of its life.
He aims at a speck in the azure;
  Winged love, that has flown at a call;
It reels down to die, and he lets it lie;
  His pleasure was seeing it fall.

And one there was, weary of laurels,
  Of burdens and troubles of State;
So the jungle he sought, with the beautiful thought
  Of shooting a she lion's mate.
And one came down from the pulpit,
  In the pride of a duty done,
And his cloth sufficed, as his emblem of Christ,
  While murder smoked out of his gun.

One strays from the haunts of fashion
  With an indolent, unused brain;
But his sluggish heart feels a sudden start
  In the purpose of giving pain.
And the fluttering flock of pigeons,
  As they rise on eager wings,
From prison to death, bring a catch in his breath:
  Oh the rapture of killing things!

Now, this is the race as we find it,
  Where love, in the creed, spells hate;
And where bird and beast meet a foe in the priest
  And in rulers of fashion and State.
But up to the Kingdom of Thinkers
  Has risen the cry of our kin;
And the weapons of thought are burnished and brought
  To clash with the bludgeons of sin.

For Christ, of a million churches,
  Come near to the earth again;
Be more than a Name; be a living Flame;
  "Make Good" in the hearts of men.
Shine full on the path of  Science,
  And show it the heights above,
Where vast truths lie for the searching eye
  That shall follow the torch of love.

Poems of Experience. By Ella Wheeler Wilcox.
London: Gay and Hancock, Ltd., 1913. 
 
http://www.EllaWheelerWilcox.org - The Ella Wheeler Wilcox Society