Grand Scheme Of Things [revised] Poem by Margaret Alice Second

Finished a long text about criminal activities on several
continents from Europe to Africa; thought I’d never see
the end of this marathon – the sentences ran on for ten
lines at a time – as if a breathless policeman or court
official could not stop to take a breath while

Enumerating lists of criminals’ transgressions. I try to be
happy about finishing translating a French text into English
but with a haunting feeling that in the grand scheme of
things it doesn’t matter at all – which spoils my attempt
to be glad about the present

I am sorry, I cannot grasp the joy of ‘here and now’ as
promised in channelling by Saul, Yeshua, Buddha, and
everyone else – for me the dream ‘new vision’ is so
much more enjoyable than the present, if an event
is great it passes too fast and I have nothing left to

Remember it by in my mind; if current events are awful
they last for eternity leaving a mark, I give up - seems
we should be able to change the past, I will follow this
idea and change everything overnight, becoming the
dreamer I always envisioned myself to be!