Dismemberment

Yes

We try to praise a world dismembered,

Where nettles of hatred remain overgrown,

Becoming the garland of nepotism infecting the soils

Of humanity’s struggle to mature,

Even as executioners rejoice

With gangrenous laughter

As life’s prerogative is suddenly dismembered.

How…

And when did humankind become so skeletonized,

So disconnected to hearts and innate abilities to distinguish?

Few of us…

Have uncontaminated memories,

Those entitlement moments of ephemeral privilege

Requiring ultimate patience,

Strength,

Trust,

And truth,

In order for the moment to be perceived

And not lost to the captivity of hatred’s partner,

Malice.

Are there not rewards…

For those remaining clear-eyed and rational,

Letting capricious autumn leaves of change eddy over the world’s infections,

Incisions

And scars,

Knowing yesterday’s white feather of the dove

Doesn’t float about in vain?

For…

In spite of the many mutilations

Inflicted on Man’s capacity to reason,

Discernment shares its rationale

And allows its noetic compass to steer purpose back toward

Creation’s stalwart paradigm.

As you take in the gentle breeze of healing,

Listen for a whispering voice of hope

And the tender brushing of gossamer’s plume

Across your heart and soul.

Never lose focus,

As Reality’s clock

Continues ticking

As tomorrow's decimation

Gives little credence to measured time.