Are We Listening? - Poem by Fay Slimm
Hatred pollutes in life's cold twisted streets
As minds are torn slowly apart.
Bleached souls need warm healing,
Unfettering from strain.
How can we, O Wise One, then make a fresh start?
A voice breathes behind us, faint words, yet we hear.
An appeal to heal minds can but win
Only by putting hearts first to the test,
And consenting to let Love filter in.
As the whisperings depart we distintly discern
The words 'Oh my children, please learn
To take heed and protect thou thine heart.'
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