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The Earth Abides Salvation

In the darkest of times ‘tis said ‘Light Angels come when bidden’ Having always been there ready on call. Lest earthly travails take hold in false reality As if real, too much, only playing us all as fools. Leaving most favorite dreams dashed On despair’s tear-stained walls Oh, how we all cry and moan. Reason calls out from braver intellect ‘If real, how could this sad, crazy place ever exist Continuing through hundreds and thousands of years?’ Can one really find right reasons to fear such as we’ve done Can arrogance remain lifted so high, so long on wisdom’s shelf To take one favored slice of Time’s dualistic nature calling it ‘All’ Chosen best time of our victories As good right measure, worth the cost For that, ‘All as it seems’? Not hearing true answers answering only in finished Time As It bends in on Itself Giving Aha moments, lessons to Spirits gathered. Moving fast forward on rocky paths without lessons to guide We dancing gaily on, following eternal false pipers ever Creating we then, past’s return, repeating foul remembrances reborn. Letting what, where, and when’s rule again the days Is this living proper, honoring Sun’s rises and sets? Why can’t we see repeated follies coming? Searching for that elusive, ‘All as it seems’ best moment. What shackles our senses Mindful well of taught torrid pasts Shamed, sworn never to repeat. Better towards unknown future, ‘Changed’ we cry Bravely walking, though forward on fearful feet Knowing well the steep edges and loose rocks underfoot leather sandals. Passing trash-heaped mountains of blackened history Ever etched by historic failure and vain regret mirages Inviting us back blind to the heaped piles, ‘But wasn’t it exciting?’ Still embracing gladly unknown futures, faith ruling The brave among us tries to lead better Believing never to tread more on repeated wastes. See, prayed for help comes for forward change Though new comforts do not diminish courage need As wolves, foxes, and vampires shed their coats of many colors. ‘Be gone’, and thank the true messenger Angels Singing grand visions of Light, if we but remember promises, and keep them Help does abound, we becoming our own saviors then. As so too, does the Earth… abide.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2020




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