Last time we were called to protect,
there was anger in some of our hearts.
And in this sort of situation, we couldn’t be.
When you face death, you can cower
or you can laugh.
It was difficult to ask people to go on this mission.
“Do you think you can do it?”
Meaning, use my newfound superpowers.
“I have hope,”
It was a half smile, but the sentiment was full.
And that was enough for them.
Sometimes people just want to know
that somebody does (have hope).
It could have been a suicide mission
But people needed help.
And we were a new kind of response unit.
A creative One.
A revolution of love, movement.
“Get wet, it’s time to glow.”
And in the cover of night
Like bioluminescent sea peoples, we invaded the land.
When day broke, Zoe asked.
“Why do we need to use it this time, the sunshine?”
Orange sunshine, our peacefare chemical agent.
“Because we can’t come in with the music.”
She should have known,
that’s how my powers are activated.
“We have to open their hearts so we can turn the music on.”
We came into the small, Nicaraguan town
smoke plumed in the distance
the road by the church was lined with armed men and tanks.
We held hands as we approached the front line.
“We are seeds!” Zephyr silently declared.
They could tell we were protestors to their war.
But somehow, they did not shoot.
The holding hands may have helped.
Our inner-sparkle unicorns most certainly did.
They let us approach them. They could see we were unarmed.
Out of nowhere, Zephyr pulled out a picture of Mary
And then we offered them bottles of water
-spiked- but seemingly untampered with.
“Bendito de Paz de Maria”.
They checked the caps.
Secure. So they drank of it.
We bowed and then retreated
never losing eye contact until we found our spot
to sit in a circle.
As rehearsed we pressed our palms together -
feigning to pray.
When one of the guards finally noticed a peculiarity on one of the bottles
It was too late.
Many minutes had passed
Now was the time
to be One.
It wasn’t their language, it just sounded like good music
and so they laughed too.
That's how we knew it had started.
Laughing Spirit then helped us get up
and show them how to dance.
The mix was good:
the laughter, the sunshine, the music, the superpowers.
They put down their guns.
They released prisoners.
Children and families ran free.
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