Ravaging Days
Ravaging days
when clouds pale
the sun's rays
hindering its purpose
of existence, the cost.
Confusion rises
over what is true
what should we pursue
in these darkened days
that have made
our face pale
when all we think in fact
is saving ourselves
having stopped to care
choosing instead
our own comfort.
Then we retort
pretending
there's no heaven
or hell, there's no God
and if there is
doesn't seem He cares...
But we haven't really looked
we haven't a clue
because we didn't knock
we choose to mock
we haven't really searched
perhaps unwilling
to face the answers
because we know within
we would have to make
some serious change.
And the sun has weakened
over the earth crying tears
and the moon has turned to blood
with the presence of dark clouds
the only way to peace
the moon's connection with the sea
feared by so many
but in truth
the womb
of true life
and as the tides rise
and the waters advance
the earth begins to pray
turns to the heavens
choosing to believe
giving the sun a new gleam
purest gold
enriching all souls
and the water recedes
and above, a feast
has begun.
By Caroline Cécile© 08.30.12
Copyright © Caroline Cécile Delacroix | Year Posted 2012
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