Wednesday, November 4, 2015

giving life a chance


with a slow step i stroll
in a world that has erupted.
little rest for quiet or silence
where empathy, calm and peace
reside

my fellow species disdain all,
their own kind and life itself.
they’ve chosen anger and hate
where destruction is the fiber of
their bed spread, caring little
for the warmth and security
their children might seek

and the earth’s saplings are
being trampled with no regard
for future growth and so the earth
is showing us its anger reminding
us we are but visitors in its abode

terrestrials, the birds,
the trees, the rivers, the seas
are the attire it has provided
to cherish and wear and avail
of its nature, our care

prayer is not the remedy
nor is silence or capitulation
loud voices should raise and
action should follow to usurp
the swiping angered tail that
is destroying all in its path.
we must pounce on it and
sooth it with a stroking hand
of knowledge and wisdom

show the universe of our resolve
that we beings can walk amidst and
with each other in soulful pride and
sharing it with all of life. whilst
we become an emitting light
as we traverse in universal space
showing of our wish to reside in
perpetuity with our ancestry of stars

11 comments:

  1. This is a spectacular poem, my friend - you name all my favourite things. I agree, we must raise our voices....and I especially like the idea of calming the lashing dragon's tail with words of wisdom and knowledge. Loved this poem!

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  2. show the universe of our resolve
    that we beings can walk amidst and
    with each other in soulful pride and
    sharing it with all of life.

    Such a wonderful message in these lines :)

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  3. Perfectly penned...to raise our voices and keep the voice of reason loud....

    'we must pounce on it and
    sooth it with a stroking hand
    of knowledge and wisdom'

    Loved these lines as they say it all.

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  4. Our species is the master of destruction indeed... you're right, the sane voices need to be heard, and very soon.

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  5. 'destruction is the fiber of their bed spread' - such a wonderful line in this wise poem...nature knows best..but how very few hear..sadly..a thoughftul and thought provoking poem

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  6. gracias to all of you who visited and left me a whisper of your voice. i shall try to visit all your sites but i have been having trouble when i visit individual sites because i can't seem to be able to write in the 'comment' space. if i leave a comment it will have to be in someone's reply.

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  7. This is a wonderful poem my friend. Yes making our voices heard and act is the only way... Maybe we just fear what we think we will have to sacrifice, but in reality I think it's less than we think...

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  8. Walking slowly, attentively - the way of balancing and healing the nature and humans...wise words.

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  9. So well written and a needed call to humanity!

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  10. Sadly the enmity and distrust is years old when colonialist powers ran roughshod over the world and now we pay the price for that foolishness and greed. This is a fine poem but sadly the damage is done and there is no quick answer and I fear for our children and grandchildren as wars are bloody.

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  11. It is a mystery to me that so many of us feel the things you have expressed here, and yet the destruction continues to happen.

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