Time is the enemy,
Like a temporally insane hero,
In the face of combat,
Who won't retreat,
Until his mission is complete,
The entity,
Behind the mask of death,
Also knows, no retreat,
Once the blade is honed,
Time is unable to stop,
It's swing,
Reap, shall death,
Upon the weak,
And patience for the strong.
With the media craze going on and on about raq and war's possibility I wish every introduction to every news show started with reading of your poem here. Just wonder of the results then. Seems poetry can speak volumes to man's conscious sometimes and I think perhaps this could turn things around.
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.
Chrissie
God bless,
Tim
Nancy
Jack
Love and peace my friend,
Susan
So powerful.
excellent piece.
Peg