Secrince’s light

September 8, 2016

 

 

 

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Was true in moonlight, set in space

absence of time, blue, red and black

fountains violent, desire-less sight

touching, yet separate; similar paths

Rage does slow, abound and kneeling

with page in hand, soaked with feeling

perfected sight, foot steps go slowly

come back full circle, season dwelling

Sane willows sway and hold dear secrets

sworn once more on final night

known and forgotten just to see

merged again to absorb light

 

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At Last Light

September 23, 2010

                   An old friend; one I haven’t seen in about 20 years, inspired me to repost this with one of her facebook posts. She pointed out not to forget the “other” victims in this insanely egodriven mess called war. Not to forget the families and children in Iraq, Afganistan. etc.
                 Their lives are no less sacred; their families anguish is no less severe…thank you for speaking up Anna. 
 
 

From within these shores came an act of fear

Great sadness stoked by the heat of loss

From the ash arose a path unclear

So we simply followed, what we’ve been taught

No cheek to turn, revenge distilled the thoughts

What about those of us still left to tell

Teachings of nonviolence and hatred quelled

At a crucial time, wisdom left unveiled

A nations’ rage bid peace farewell

But at last light it looked as though we’ve failed

     Bloodshed we screamed but not to near

     We musn’t see what we bought

     Our countries’ blood is far too dear

     So off to war, they must be fought

     Where we guarantee more death is brought

     It seems liberty has lost her bell

     The good of all put in a cell

     Striving to protect lives so frail

     Compassion; humanity, should be the waters of our well

     But at last light it looked as though we’ve failed

Thousand of lives weigh heavy upon me, this year

And some do still justify the murder that we sought

No amount of killing will change the image in the mirror

No mother’s sons will be brought back by your prayers

Many a times, throughout thousands of years

We’ve been offered a gift to see through this hell

The teachings of love that will awake from this spell

Yet we raise our chests in pride at our own coffins’ nails

And praise god for our victory as we bid the dead our farewells

But at last light it looked as though we’ve  failed

     When all compassion is lost in this place that we dwell

     Will our children speak of love, how will they be able to tell

     I hoped to see a day when we might have peace prevail

     A world of understanding where violence just dosen’t sell

     The dawn of enlightenment where all selfish concepts fell

     But at last light it looked as though, once again, we have failed
 

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