Lighting The Way - Poem by Patti Masterman
Tentative, new poets are so shy-
Begging for tolerance, patience-
“I am just a minor poet, a sometimes poet,
A writers writer- don’t mind me none.”
But the truth is we are shining meteors
In the atmospheric outer spaces;
Far from our home galaxy,
We are the art nouveau, the avante-garde,
Amino-acid delivering asteroids
Continuously streaming effusions,
Our broadcast verbiage making it’s way
To all the lesser worlds
With the sheer voluminous forcefield of our creations,
We enlighten the dark corners,
The gas giants, the tiny frozen-rock worlds.
We bring truth to light, rediscover things,
Point out hope where none could be seen-
So that when new life does occur;
It has a ready mold of intelligence, a self-absorbing
Centripetal motion to get it started right:
New human-like beings will draw more animals on cave walls,
Adorn themselves earlier,
Seek for first cause more intently,
Learn language more effortlessly.
All because of the photons we sent ahead of us
To colonize the universe.
Don’t be intimidated by the heavy weight of responsibility:
You are doing just fine.
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