Inevitable? No.
by Seah Greenhorn
(poem with copyright)
As manure
on its surface--
the total earth
a universal war
to give due birth
to banquet feeding
vast birds to fill,
while cleansing lands of carcasses
grand and small. Young and old.
Consumed all:
Those tragically dead
who know
but hate to or don't abide.
Those who don't know
but by choice
decide
do show
The Creator
their hides,
backs stiff;
necks too.
Courses stubborn.
Apathetic.
His Government
sadly
flatly refused.
Leaving the Almighty
no other recourse.
Like fathers who love their disobedient children; but who must let go
of the reigns
to alcoholism, drugs and other detrimentals careening their offspring into future graves. As their other progeny, parents seek to save.
What other reasonable solution
for a God of justice, of wisdom,
who allowed an opportunity of 'freewill' to use
wisely or not?
Prideful human intelligence
craves
their own will to do.
So,
Time sped centuries
to gather ones whose
hearts abound
in love
to glow
in brotherhood upon a hill.
Seen
unity learned
values
still performed
instill
morality, loyalty, integrity.
Nasty words
thrown out of the dark cavern
of this old, but new
humanity
narcissistic in its extreme love
of self,
of temporary pleasures,
causing children and animals to scatter; then scream. Their blood sacrificed for sadistic means.
Then target, they, cowards
who hide their weakened minds inclined to kindness,
but whose soft spines bind them as victims enslaved
abused
left, self loathing.
Balled and curled in corners for hours and hours and hours without mental or physical power.
Thus to stay?
Or toting firepower to spray innocents
creating horrible headlines to international news relay.
We must pray
for one another
in sincerity
to find
gain strength
to stiffen or determine
who will win:
The one you want or need to be.
Or the one to others
your freedom's slayed.
Choose a way.
Don't just flow the path of bats blinded by their own suns, though surrounded by cats in shadowed caves mimicking,
then growls,
since lacking ability to garner a bright and fleeting light.
Meowing thoughts wildly into the wind to watch wobbly flights and hear echoes to rewind and twirl as whirlwinds wastefully spun or damage caused. Arrogantly done.
When day-to-day
evidence is at hand.
Delivered gracefully, without always pomp and circumstance.
Our lives denote purpose, not some random plan.
True,
beauty abounds in tragic art.
Fluid, liquid in dance displayed.
Sung and strummed upon various hearts.
Words of lost lovers that end in suicides or other equal darks.
Diversions
from a Future soon to come.
Time To Prepare.
Survival promised
for an unnumbered sum.
Plan intelligently.
Not like in Noah's day.
Do what you want after examining the proof. Not just do what others say.
It's Your Life
and your children's
you'll
Eternally Obtain
or Everlastingly
Lose.
Choose Life without further delay
On an Earth Renewed and Wonderfully designed
for Heartwarming work and leisurely play.
Deut. 30:15-20; 2 Thess. 1:6-10; Jer. 25:31-33; Rev. 7:
9, 10; 19:17-20.
© 4 hours ago, Lucretia Mccloud
