“Everybody is/ employed by the universe;
                               Stars, out standing in their field.”

                                                          — Coleman Davis

This is our call to action; this is where the trumpet sounds.
This is where the stars decide to gather up their gases
or allow surrounding darkness lull righteousness to sleep.

             Speak about the judges.  Remember the time of Kings.
             Who did evil in the sight of the Lord, and who walked
             in the way of David, his father?

Tell me the tales of men and women who stood up
when the nations chose collapse; remind me of Josiah
and how nurture cannot indenture us as slaves

             to fate.  How the heart sewn into the fabric
            of a day can and must respond with feet fitted
            for action.  How the wise must humble themselves

 to fools—if they are to change, to grow, to shine!
Do not allow this present darkness dwindle—
to but kindle.  Ignite!  Be ignited!

             Do not think yourself so small, your light so dim
             as to shrink, to shy away, to sit in secret corners
             of the existential, cosmic room twiddling

thumbs, in bed with complacency.  This is our Call to action!
This is where the final trumpets sound!  Ball up your fists!
Rise—rise to your feet, you people, you nations,

             you bits of dirty soil with hearts embedded
             with the Spirit and the Stuff of Stars!
              Without Him who gave you light was not

anything made that was made.  And that light,
your light, this light that burns inside us all,
shineth in the darkness;

             and the dark
            comprehended it not!  Wake up, Zion!
            Do something!  Do anything!  Do not

be led astray by will-0′-the-wisp words.  This is our call to action! 
The trumpets are sounding, resounding, bidding, screaming!
The very stones are crying out—

             while the scions of stars
             merely quench themselves
             with tears.