Recently I came across a folder of all-but-forgotten poetry. Things were more dark and dire back then. I found it so very difficult to hold on, tortured artist that I was. I wrote poetry and music for no purpose, other than to keep a desperately lonely soul on life support. These are my poetic dialogues. And still today, I continue to write, sing, shout, and pray to that Indescribable Force that woke me up, took all my clothes, and left me here alone.
I vacillate... Will the human race survive? As the earth and sky Open to the infinity within They seem trapped in a state Of thick and endless fog And bumping into Self-made walls Today I pray for the human race As they have lost their sense of Grace You said it wouldn’t be long But clearly you have no sense of time You turned me right side up And invisible What good am I? Since my own lightning struck It was your flood that Swallowed me up and purified Then the sun rose again Only this time On the inside It should be no surprise It is nothing like they describe It’s why I try so hard Reaching for perfect words What do they hear when I say That a monumental treasure They hold And may easily trade away – A discarded token Found on the floor Of all that is real For yet another round in the game But I must confess I'm tired of being The naked one The crazy one For bathing in your light Still – I will not apologize I feel the weather outside will change For those who are afraid To give birth to the SUN within To know thyself and Soul as one We are born to build this bridge Father Sky and Mother Earth Beckon us to the end So that we may know the Truth And begin again You gave me heart and sight Why? They don’t seem to feel Or want to know this truth They say it is owned by Christ Some guy in their book That holds a pedestal and place To perpetuate The past and future lie So that we never Actually Get there We never actualize I pray for the human race But I am losing my words Because we are the saving Grace We are the ones that emerge ©2016 Eileen Meyer
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3 thoughts on “I Pray for the Human Race – A Poem”
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Wonderful thank you
My question in the early hours of the morning – when will this all change? and then this poem…thank you for this…