I silent stand among cherry trees, a gracious gift from Japanese, and, as far away as I can see, a lonely form comes into view, she's shrouded by dark mist and dew, faint troubled calls I now hear and lonely visages of ones so dear, a tiny speck upon the sea, she is so very dear to me, her travail is oh, so painfully, coming home for all to see, I cannot bear what before my eyes, this cataclysmic earth surprise, she struggles on so valliantly, through heartbreak, ravage, now on her knees, whence cometh her help? her cry is heard and from afar, her earth-bound brethren, descend upon a convulsed nation, and with open hearts to her devastation, stand their posts, stay their stations. Is this the end? one has to wonder, is this the time for earth go under? No, it's just a call to arms, not the ones that bring us harm, but a call to everyone that this misfortune is telling us we're not alone, for this Planet Earth she is our home and that we all are one. The earth is mirrored high above, soft stirs of angels, like turtle doves, descend upon her, spirit guides, to help all mankind ride this tide, a brand new day is dawning here, one of peace and not of fear, a new consciousness is sweeping through the world, it's deepening still and around us whirls, how we are suffering, but we always have, and will go on until the last, we cannot stifle muffled cry, the tears they well up in our eyes, for the abject horror unfolding there is bringing us all to despair, the world is seeing its reflection, as we try to stay the course correction, we will prevail as G-d has seen, that all has meaning yet unseen, this, my home, from long ago, this my people, all heroes.
No comments:
Post a Comment