Let this be the dawn of return.
Let us HealTogether beneath the gaze of the ancestors.

So it is spoken.
So it shall be.

through love.

Bring your family, your voice, your sacred longing.
Bring your dance, your offerings, your open hands.
No silver or gold shall pass—this rite is freely given,
For the wealth we seek is soul-deep and spirit-bound. Let this gathering be inscribed in memory, in earth, in fire.

Here, libations shall be poured to the soil.
Here, hearts shall be unburdened and spirits set alight.

We come to offer gratitude to the Mother of the West—
Mama Califa, whose body is scorched but not broken. We come not to escape the world,
But to restore it—through rhythm, through presence,

To all whose spirits ache for remembrance
That the first sacred gathering of ChurchNtheWild shall rise beneath the sky.

This is the offering:
A circle without walls,
An altar of earth and wind,
A temple woven from trees, song, and soul.

Here, the Ancestors await your footsteps.

The world calls us lost, but we are found.
We are the return, the prophecy fulfilled.
The blood of our past runs electric in our veins,
and we rise, shining, black, divine rebirth

Poem by MamaUniverse, Creator Leader of CNTW
1st Service March 21,2024
Los Angeles, California

cradling the dreams of those yet to rise.

Our feet step where pyramids remember our names,
where Sankofa birds turn back to carry us forward.
We are the daughters of Nzingha, the sons of Shango,
the breath of Malcolm, the hands of Harriet’s guiding light.

melanated gold kissed by the breath of Ra.
Our eyes hold the secrets of Ifá’s divine tongue,
reading the cosmos like cowrie shells in the sand.

We are Oya’s storm, fierce and unyielding,
breaking the old to make way for the new.
We are Yemaya’s waves, endless and nurturing,

ᶠᵃⁱʳᵉˢ, ʰᵉᵃˡᵉʳˢ ⁱᵗ ⁱˢ ʸᵒᵘʳ ʳᵉˢᵖᵒⁿˢⁱᵇⁱˡⁱᵗʸ ᵗᵒ ʰᵉᵃˡ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᶜᵒᵐᵐᵘⁿⁱᵗʸ
ⁱᵗˢ ᵇᵉᵉⁿ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ!

－ᶜʰᵘʳᶜʰ ⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ʷⁱˡᵈ