A poem by Gabriel Hingley
The revolution will not be televised
nor will it be facebooked, YouTubed or twittered
you will not be able to google it
or find it on Wikipedia
for the revolution that was, is and is to come
has already been and always will be
located in the hearts of those who
after searching the world for truth and beauty
have found the world wanting
and so they turn towards the source
of that still, small voice
the Eternal “Thou” who speaks to our “I”
in the subterranean passages of our own hearts
a voice crying out in the wilderness:
“Come to me, you who are weary of the world,
And I will give you rest!”