When We Were We And Nothing More Poem by Suzanne Stroop

The wolf howls to the moon in the deepest part of night,
While the dove coos to the sun on some morning bright.
Their words are lost to those who listen...except the trees,
Understanding a language that was hidden.
Our hearts and ears not knowing one thing that was written...
Before Babel fell and the people walked away.

Deaf to the world around them,
They found instead steel girders and iron mountains
And rendered nothing in return.
Leaves fall, their tears unshed, for man has taken...
And given back only the smallest thing that he could spare.

Wisdom found and lost once more,
Making each man the enemy of his brothers child.
So sad, a world undone
By hands that held manuscripts from the sands of time,
Only to let them blow away like sheaves of grain in a setting sun.

Eons past we were as one.
Each child a father's son and his neighbor's son as well.
Love was lost and hate was found.
The wolf will cry his forlorn howl,
And the dove will sing his song...
Never understanding how we lost our way
Before Babel fell and the heavens cried 'No More'.