A cold heart beats in a dry land
as if it had a lock on love –
nought but mere tectonics moving hard but hollow bedrock
adorned today, tomorrow worn to shapeshift sands
bending to the timeworn winds of war
like all humbled human tides before
calling God to frame the fissures, drive the flock
while forced there on the fringes, life quickens, hovers.
Brothers wait to see what’s yet once more – Fools’ folly
fraught with self-righteous fervor
laying waste the landscape’s wealth and promise
reaps the whirlwinds it has wrought – and yet
the Godless pray too
and the ones whose visions view their own unseen unknowns
who deeply understand in their souls and bones
why it is we’re here:
“Thou shalt love thy neighbour as thyself”*
every faith’s hardest highest earthly call of all.
This has a great slow - paced rhythm Helga, like a dead march. Also liked the rhymes wich are neither predictable nor telegraphed. A good, innovative piece.
love
Ian
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Great picture; depthly profound write - exceptional poem!!
Best wishes,
Robert
love
Ian
top notch message poem with totally awesome imagery ... way beyond the political landscape ...
we have all strayed.