Sometimes, we're overwhelmed by all the devastation around us; by so much suffering and greed. We're overcome by that helpless feeling of not being able to seemingly make a big difference. And yet, we know we must continue "to give of self."
Yea ... I am so weary
I yearn for a long deep sleep
A sleep filled with ancient dreams
Of spiritual realms, of healing waters
Of sky and land and star-burst colors
The astral scenes of divinity's themes
Far away from man's self-made mess
Far away from ego and selfishness
Away from disorder and lawlessness
Away from greed and material quests
Yea ... I am so weary
Life demands we commit to its rituals
Parade in its pageantry, lend voice to its story
Being mindful of countless other lives
Whose tears and laughter color our lives
Weaving world history, affecting world destiny
Life demands that we learn from our mistakes
That we love or hate situations or things
That we adapt, change, fight or flee
Delving deep into its mystery
Becoming great beings with gilded wings
Yet, yea ... I am so weary
I yearn for a long deep sleep
But not ... just ... yet
But not ... just ... yet
We all tire, I know that ache and weight, too, but it is why we are here, isn't it? To learn how to love when love feels heavy, to find more strength when we are sure we have none left... to go on, and to become more, so that others, too, can become more...
Powerful and thought provoking poem. But if you go into a deep sleep I am afraid you will not wake up, som please my dear friend just have a sleep to rest.mI don't think this poem is calling you to come to the other world where all what you mentioned and yearn to see are available.
thanks Gwen Dickerson for sharing this wonderful poem
Abdi-Noor with love
Reviewed by Kate Clifford (Reader)
Reviewed on September 20, 2005
love the way you captured this feeling and ending it with the truth of why we are still here :-)
Life demands so much it's easy to get weary of the routine, punctuated with crises. We forget, a century ago, everything was simpler, but much tougher. Everyone slept peaceful nights half of ours. Good metaphor for life over death, though.
I hear you Gwen! This is so timely,and how wise your last lines! WE are never ready for the finality, we have much we want to do, but oh my, can't we have a peaceful world to do it in;-)!Superb write Gwen!
A profound thought's striker on ontological matters
dealt with symbolistical imagery of realistic feelings.
"So Weary" is Poetry's tasks fulfilled written with words
from the lexicon of a wise soul.
There are places far away from "man's self-made mess." Aquainting ourselves with the merriment of assorted artists through venues such as Renaissance fairs, canoe-building classes, the sweet, ancient wisdom of the tapping of maple trees and maple syrup making, and museums of antiquity offer us "healing waters." These ways should be kept alive because they work. Thanks, Gwen for this poem So Weary. It does make a big difference.
The gifted and fascinating Urban Poet, Asa D Seeley, once again speaks. He introduces a New Genre of Poetry...Reality Confrontation. Juxtaposed with Essay and staying true to his unique style, Asa brings a breath of...fresh air...to the world of poet
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Blessings, Jane
We all tire, I know that ache and weight, too, but it is why we are here, isn't it? To learn how to love when love feels heavy, to find more strength when we are sure we have none left... to go on, and to become more, so that others, too, can become more...
Hank
Best regards,
Leland
Regis
Peace,
Carolyn
thanks Gwen Dickerson for sharing this wonderful poem
Abdi-Noor with love
A true write.
Bonnie
your poem delivers a convincing message ...
Ron
TX
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This is a superb piece..love it..saved it!
Vesna
Love,
Eileen
A profound thought's striker on ontological matters
dealt with symbolistical imagery of realistic feelings.
"So Weary" is Poetry's tasks fulfilled written with words
from the lexicon of a wise soul.
I salute You, Sublime Poet!
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
Sage