Keeper of the Flame
I am called to be a true keeper of the flame,
Of love, the ever greatest teaching, with the aim;
Of entwining the humans and other beings,
With an unbreakable bond of compassion-strings...!
This, indeed, is like bringing the moon down, so hard,
In a world, by volcanoes of vengeance, ash-charred;
Wars and battles, as though essential gifts held high,
Peace and harmony before them, in meekness, sigh...!
In slaughter of beasts and birds the humans take pride,
Behind pretenses of worships their evils hide;
Building forts and mansions fine forests they destroy,
Thwarting the rhythm of the cosmos, leap in joy...!
Mother earth, cracked by mundane evils, cries in pain,
Birds, beasts and marine creatures feel as though in chain;
Will the world, as made by God once, be seen again?
Will Adams and Eves, with pure probity, births gain?
I'm a prophet assigned with the mission divine,
Of bonding the strayed wild branches one with the vine;
Till the earth and the heaven into love unite,
As a keeper of flame, I must bestow my mite...!
14 March 2022
Pick-A-Title, Vol 29 - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
Copyright © Christuraj Alex | Year Posted 2022
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