I once was lost
But now I am found
I wish I were
Back in the wilderness
For I've
Of my surroundings
Looked around.
I once was blind
But now I see
I see the true light
The poor is still poor
The rich get richer
Corporations no longer
Serve the public needs
Now they lined
Their pockets with greed
I close my eyes
For my sight
Bears me pain.
I once was dumb
Unable to speak
To express myself
But now my voice
Is that of a lost soul
Yelling
Into the way ward winds
Where no one hears
Nor cares
What I have to say.
I once was deaf
But now I hear
The cry of hunger
The pain of the dying
The sounds of war
Over my ears
I place my hands
To filter the ugliness
Of fear.
yes very moving but now you have achoice to either go back to where and what you were or to be about the business to try/do better
not just for self but all
and this poem is an example got plenty to thinking about it
so you know the next step
excellent share!!
Very powerful and moving write my friend! As the world seems to crumble around us, many just go on their way with blinders on their eyes...out of sight, out of mind! Your write is an eye opener! Enjoyed!
Blessings,
Joyce Bowling
It is quite hard to watch the rock crumbling before our eyes...to hear how it hits this world, especially when you've spent a lifetime, preventing such...noise...
Truly thought provoking write, filled with much wisdom and insight!
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~
William this is such a deep touching piece....a cry for help from above for sure....I think every person with a compassionate heart reading this or are out there feel like this!!
Those that wonder are alive.
Those that ask will not die in ignorance.
Those that listen will hear the softest words of love.
Those that say nothing will be forgotten.
You, my friend, we will remember.
Georg
The title Amazing Grace? intrigued me and then as I read your work I no long wondered what you meant with the question mark. Excellent writing and your questioning in your poem is prophetic.
George
Reviewed by J M (Reader)
Reviewed on March 2, 2007
William this is amazing and well done.
"I once was blind
But now I see
I see the true light
The poor is still poor
The rich get richer
Corporations no longer
Serve the public needs
Now they lined
Their pockets with greed
I close my eyes
For my sight
Bears me pain. "
So true this poem.
Blessings,
Joselyn
Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
Reviewed on March 2, 2007
It is a mad mad mad bad world
Reviewed by Laura Mayer (Reader)
Reviewed on March 2, 2007
You've penned well the state the world is in, as has been and always will be. Great write.
Hugs, Laura
Reviewed by ~ Holly Harbridge (Reader)
Reviewed on March 2, 2007
I admire your honesty. Our world has always been in a sad condition; some make it worse. God Bless, love holly
Reviewed by Michael Mathieu (Reader)
Reviewed on March 2, 2007
Sitting back to long and finally opening your eyes at whats going on around you is shocking,Too much pain and suffering in this world...
Wars never seem to end,
Well said William,
Michael
The songs and art in this book are about our collective emergence after the pandemic and trauma of the last few years - comprised of 5 collections: World as Refuge, Where We Live, In Our Hands, Rhythms of Change and What We See & Sow.
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Love,
CJ
as always, a pleasure to read!'
peace,
carolyn
not just for self but all
and this poem is an example got plenty to thinking about it
so you know the next step
excellent share!!
Blessings,
Joyce Bowling
A rich, but stark expression of the heart-wrenching unrest in the world, as it creaks and groans in its birthpains.....travailing for a Saviour.
WELL DONE!!!
Love&hugs, Rhonda
love and peace,
Carole~
Truly thought provoking write, filled with much wisdom and insight!
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~
Thanks for sharing mate!!
love Tinka
Those that ask will not die in ignorance.
Those that listen will hear the softest words of love.
Those that say nothing will be forgotten.
You, my friend, we will remember.
Georg
George
"I once was blind
But now I see
I see the true light
The poor is still poor
The rich get richer
Corporations no longer
Serve the public needs
Now they lined
Their pockets with greed
I close my eyes
For my sight
Bears me pain. "
So true this poem.
Blessings,
Joselyn
Hugs, Laura
Wars never seem to end,
Well said William,
Michael