Kim is hosting Poetics Tuesday in the dVerse Poets Pub. We are writing about "endings" ~ Kim provided eight optional ways for us to end our poems .. I chose to end mine with a question and a quote ..
apples on our tree
where kindness pours
like rain from the sky
where generosity blooms wild
uncontrolled, relentless
to a place where hatred holds no roots
where bias is a forgotten word
fading away like dust in the breeze
might we shape this place with our hands
bend it into being with open palms
and hearts, unguarded
how much must we change
our thoughts, souls and systems
to deserve such peace
to discover what it means
to be human, unmasked
unchained, free
could we survive
such abundance
or would the weight
of it absolutely crush us
"everything you can imagine is real" ~~ Pablo Picasso
A question and a quote to end this beautiful poem, Helen! I’d gladly go with you to a place ‘where kindness pours like rain from the sky’ and ‘generosity blooms wild uncontrolled, relentless’ – just what we need in the world these days. I think we could survive such abundance.
ReplyDeleteA place of kindness I would gladly dwell. A wonderful uplifting poem. To answer the question, I think it's a place of survival - Truedessa
ReplyDeleteDearest Helen,
ReplyDeleteA wonderful and timely poem! Yes, changing our thoughts and guarding them from any brainwashing will bring us such Peace!
Hugs,
Mariette
It would be a different world for sure! Well done, Helen.
ReplyDeleteWould love it to be open hears and palms, to be human, yes. Love the ending quote by Picasso.
ReplyDeleteA wonderful poem depicting shalom (wholeness), Helen! I believe it will only be found in the kingdom of God...He puts the longing in our imagination. Beautiful.
ReplyDeletethat we would grow as a people to accept and promote the idyllic place you describe ~
ReplyDeleteGood questions, Helen. My response is: practice practice practice.
ReplyDeleteMaybe it would crush us, just like too much sugar... maybe we need some bitterness in it as well.
ReplyDelete“where hatred holds no roots
ReplyDeletewhere bias is a forgotten word
fading away like dust in the breeze
might we shape this place with our hands”
Let’s try.