A Question of Listening
Can you hear at the heart of our lives a ROAR incessant and blue,
a tulip of melody blooming wildly true, a voice insistent
as a Sunday church picnic of crazy desire, tearing and sundering
unseen borders holding our lives’ squandered fires by those asleep,
myopic and tamed who murmur and mutter in normalcy’s name
while ignoring precious earth’s possible demise, this scourge of warming,
of certain sea-rise, of blazing Amazon’s desecration as we kneel erect
in row after row of fresh-polished pews gazing away from life’s brilliance,
this river of music that shimmers underneath all scattered yearnings?
When will we stop our anxious distractions and addictive chatter,
place both ears on her ground, stepping now into cool water
to fully awaken, to wholeheartedly listen and allow world’s
creatures and future to thrive and to matter?
She, although fading, still sings of hope in this stillness, sustains simply,
completely, as all flows humbly from wildness within her mysterious glistening.