! ! ! So What Happened - Poem by Bob Blackwell
How come you write poetry,
what made you write poems,
was it a want fulfilled, a need?
To understand, you must soften
what is hard, feel the flow of life,
run through your heart and soul.
Notice, natures many colours,
see, the different form of things,
Gods creatures great and small.
Even ants have different shapes,
the many birds have different colours,
their songs an orchestra of sound.
Detect, the seasons changing shape,
how winters frost and snow make icicles,
springs new life strike up a happy stance.
And Summers warmth and joy warms
the playing fields of happy minds, and
ripens Autumns gift of fruits for life.
See, how landscapes changing scene is
reflected in the calm seas still water,
how crystal streams sparkle with life.
See, as they cascade down a mountain side,
to carry life from rain, melting snow and ice,
a river of life nurtures all of natures creations.
Observe, the beauty of trees new leaves, how
their springs light green foliage screams out,
cries out please, please notice me I am new.
Spot, the absence of the summer birds, their calls
missing from your ear. No cuckoo, no summer
swallow, the kite with yellow bill has gone away.
Determine, this means winters on its way once more,
with cooler temperatures, a time to make provision
for the colder days and nights, with warmer clothes.
See, what is wrong in our world, notice greed
of many people, their desire to capture all for self.
and realize this makes wars with many killed.
Understand, how our difference of religion,
our beliefs, our rituals and ceremonies, only
separate us, cause strife and keep us closed.
Believe, to seek God we must look into ourselves,
not outwards to other things. For God lies in
all of us, and all of us and everything is God.
Trust, if we are still in the silent centre of ourselves,
we feel the rhythm of life flow through everything, we will then know in our own true selves we are One with all.
Consider our One with everything, how we are part of nature,
and natures part of us, how we must treat all with gratitude.
Then and only then will you begin to understand my needs.
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