Above All Things Poem by R B Seals

Above All Things



Dearest Father...

RU the Catalyst, elusive director of choices,
the existential ethos dominant in my head;
the causes, the events, the subtle voices
that run heedless in absent counsel ‘till dead?
The valued memories removed at demise,
retained far beyond family tears ‘n whys;
The galactic din that worsens sense of loss—
dissonant chords resulting in crafted chaos?

RU the patter of rain on windowpane;
the splendid stallion ‘top grassy plain;
the wolf howling to cold moon his pain;
whistling wind playing among the trees;
the soft, gentle rustle of the leaves;
the rogue wave in tumultuous seas?

RU the rays of sun that softly caress my face;
the one defining the boundaries of space;
author of program to color the human race;
assigner of numbers to each grain of sand?
The child's fitful scream in war-torn land;
cause of mindset that moves dictator's hand?

RU the overseer of strife, wars, of conquests;
the dubious, deceptive voice of tyrants;
creator of disease, famine, resilient pests?
The beauty of women that beckon me;
takers of love, caring, trust, support—sadly
those scorned, motivated to forsake me?

RU the light twinkling in child's eye;
the hug that comforts child's anxious cry;
firm embrace of parent's sad goodbye?
The glorious display of heaven seen at night;
the sparkling dew under sun's early light?
Low-rent projects demoted to city's blight?

RU the scent of flowers that fill the air;
the smell of popcorn at county fair;
the absence of those who say they care?
The calming solo of nightingale's sweet song;
hearts dissolved when love declared wrong,
when proper society says it doesn't belong?

RU blood of victims spilling into city gutter;
the powerful storm making planes shudder,
making hearts of wary passengers flutter?
The crown of motherhood upon her head;
her soothing voice for child ill in bed,
her tremble when tears of loss are shed?

RU politicians who serve—having served not,
those who stonewall—having been bought
reducing a nation through selfish thought?
The warm, gentle breath upon my neck;
energy that powers public's wireless tech
and resulting loss of life at roadside wreck?

RU fractured racial tolerance in city and town;
senseless violence when reason breaks down—
the cause of such folly (for lack of better noun) .
The creative spark of each precocious dreamer;
the passion that fuels the driven achiever;
the doubt that haunts the true believer?

RU ev'ry life-form lessened by Your prominence
—such godly actions excused as providence—
the One, the Grand Concept, Ruler of humanity,
of worlds, this small speck formed without pity—
mere lives in passing: casual creations to ignore,
rebuke, discard, or simply leave at door—
acts of favored schemes that please Thee?
Leaving You respectable, guiltless—free!

Above All Things
Saturday, February 8, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: child,creation,creativity,disease,family,god,life and death,love,motherhood,nature
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R B Seals

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Columbus, Ohio
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