Some days the pain of being on this planet, at this time in our history,
becomes unbearable, and I wish there was a way to check out ...
Even if just for an hour ... Either that or let the burning angst-bile-anger
rise up in me and discharge despair-fear-sorrow into the air in a gut-
wrenching scream: AAHAAaaahahahaaAahahaaahahaAAHHaahhaa
There's only so much a sensitive person can take without dying inside.
I've worked so hard to protect and nurture this soul-spark, now exposed
to the storm-winds of planetary destruction and deep human unrest.
We seem to think everything hinges on who sits on the various
thrones of power. Perhaps the puppets, at the behest of their masters,
will indeed pull the levers that unleash Hell on Earth ... What then?
We still have to finish what we started before breathing our last.
Our orders said to love them all ... Even the evil, hateful men out-
sourcing these newest waves of horror and grief on the innocent.
And then, just when I think I'm abandoned to this bottomless dread,
Chickadee greets me and reaches through to the Living Spirit within,
releasing an outpouring of love so powerful, so tender in its mercy,
sweet tears of relief flood through me, and I am saved from despair:
The hope that comes when all hope has flown [not that it matters] ...
Once the heart has broken open, finding the stamina and inner strength
to complete the mission becomes the only undertaking worth striving for ...
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Magpie Pearls
Poetry~ This poetic journey started when I began questioning why I write poetry. The assumption I'd come across pearls of wisdom to impart is quickly challenged by readers of "Magpie Pearls", leading me to explore truth in a broader sense. Is truth univer...
