Higher Power Poem by John Shea

Who goes there?
Where?
In my shoes to spread the news.
Who dares to test my mettle,
I do have a score to settle.

So...who are you?
A critic?
With your mouth full of retoric,
You make me sick.

Make me happy!
With kind words,
Butterflys and birds.

Make me swim!
With wave to ride home,
Or in a brook far from home.

Who gives you the right?
To disturb my nest?
Like all that tresspass my space,
Sometimes I erase.

Who loves you?
You have the right,
To sew it with all of your might,
The seeds of love and peace
I will set your soul to ease.

Who...who are you?
We are,
Who we will always be.

Souls with worth,
And lovers of Mother Earth.