Days in the life of a poet

When life gets too complicated and our hearts and minds seek out what is good and provides us sustenance...poetry is the breath of life. Words allow us to communicate...to express that within us that is most precious and real. We crave that which is familiar and gives us comfort...read and receive*

Tuesday, October 4, 2011

Mother's Time



The world teeters on a precipice
a global transition is imminent
they label them “natural disaster”
more likely, the washers of our sins

We have not taken great care
we’ve not been patient…responsible
we have lost our precious connection
to the earth we no longer honor

Man has raped her of resources
battered her lands and forests
polluted her waters and skies
and marvel as she heals her scars

There should be no surprise as she
up-heaves with earth quakes and
cleanses with salted waves of balm
the things that need to be done

Mother-earth must undo man’s lusts
must renew the landscapes he’s shred
to provide all the things of life
that life may continue in harmony

It’s apparent, man no longer understands
that all life is a part of…all life
every rock, tree, raindrop, fish, leaf
every bird, beast and grain of sand

Every baby born is our relative
a member of our human family
every life is precious…meaningful
but our love has wavered…gone silent

Different cultures and skin tones
offer mankind blessed diversity
yet we have chosen to separate instead
because of fear, jealousy, greed and ego…

the planet now groans in anger
she can stand it no more
the world teeters on a precipice
man’s evils will meet an end

It is a time of renewal…replenishment
and…the hour is long overdue*


Jon` B. Crenshaw
Mother’s Time
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