(I have not seen the series, but the photo seemed appropriate)
What's It About?
What does it mean to live perfectly?
It's not about you.
It's not about me.
It's about all the wonder around us,
as far as we can see.
It's not about you.
It's not about me.
So why are we so selfish?
So why don't we feel free?
What is it about us?
That makes us not see?
That all we behold is in our hands.
We cannot remake; remold these lands.
For they are a gift we must only treasure.
Land that we must not materially measure,
once we have destroyed its heritage,
will no longer be part of the natural page.
So when you lay blame,
just look at yourself, because…
It's not about you.
It's not about me.
It's about all of our future,
and what we really want to be.
Do we want to be narrow?
Do we want to pull in?
Do we want to blame everyone?
For what we call, "sin?"
So if you're looking for someone to blame,
just look at yourself before you light the flame.
It's not about you.
It's not about me.
It is about all of us,
can't you see?
Copyright 2017 © Ronald W. Hull
5/24/17
Read this poem on my website here.
Beautiful and thought provoking.
Shervin
Always,
Deborah
So why don't we feel free?
What is it about us?
That makes us not see?
I really "understand" what you are expressing through your verses here, Ron. There is much meaningful meaning in your words. Love and peace to you,
Regis
But I read many books & that is me,
But your point herein I do see,
Glad am I that to see it,
You do not charge any fee...-e-
Yes, you have said a mouthful. This poem rings so true to me!
The series was amazing. You should watch it.
Have a wonderful weekend!
Peace, love and light,
Amber
Love ya!
Jane