Michael Shepherd

Rookie (8.4.1929 / Marton, Lancashire)

0321 From A Drop, Of Gasolene - Poem by Michael Shepherd

Did you notice
as you put the nozzle back in place
after filling your tank today,
a drop, of oil, of gasoline, of petrol
fell on the stained and stony ground?

did you hear – no, surely it couldn’t be –
the faintest sound then, almost
as if it came from somewhere on that ground?

It was my voice.

Millions, billions of years ago
I was a tree
reaching upward from the blessing of the soil
to the blessing of the sun
in silent worship of our nature
and the God who planned it thus

I grew, spread my branches wide in gratitude,
sang my silent song of praise,
grew old and died, with a sigh heard through the forest,
not of regret but of a life well lived
falling into God’s peace;
knowing that in His divine mercy
I had laid down my life
for future generations, in the perfection
of the cycle of all Creation.

The years passed; and mankind
in its desire to move further, faster, more often, cheaply, then
with the help of God’s mind in mankind's own mind, dreamed up
the automobile; and needed then its combustible life-blood,
this miracle liquid made before man named miracles

so as I lie, a dropp of gasoline catching the sun
or the harsh lights of gas-station forecourt
know this: my love for you

Comments about 0321 From A Drop, Of Gasolene by Michael Shepherd

  • (5/15/2006 3:54:00 PM)

    Great train of thought Michael. Now cast your mind ahead, Millions and Billions of years. A large group of Modern day Humans, all ammased in one area, who died and became interred at the same time. Over the years, what new raw material have they become, and who will use it to do what? (Ignore the science, under the right conditions, who knows.)
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  • (5/15/2006 3:35:00 PM)

    very interesting, Michael. Very well done! (Report) Reply

  • (5/15/2006 9:53:00 AM)

    It's a poem of genuine kindness and gratitude. We are so used to being the centre of the world that we forget how much we owe to Nature. Thank you for reminding of it. Julia (Report) Reply

  • (5/15/2006 9:51:00 AM)

    Love the way all these beautiful words of love and kindness from a gift of nature spring from a dropp of smelly petrol. Thanks for sharing this gorgeous, uplifting piece of writing, Mikey.

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  • (5/15/2006 9:45:00 AM)

    i cannot lie - the honest reason i was drawn to this one is for the confirmation that
    dropp is spelled with two p's in the system.
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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 15, 2006

Poem Edited: Saturday, July 15, 2006

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