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 © brian rusch | Year Posted 2020
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