Could it be that I
the purity in the sky
should cast a discerning eye
over my breeding stock of
human worth
my goods and chattels
harvest of the earth?
Could it be that they
have gone irrevocably astray
despite my clear direction
to follow my instruction
my example
to embrace peace and love
as do I in heaven above?
Could it be that I
master of earth and sky
should punish
the fear and loathing
the hatred and the gloating
in the name of God above
despite my principle of love?
What is it the forest says to me?
It says, “Dive in deep and gleefully!”
and oh I do so like to take that advice
because diving into a forest is oh so nice
I approach the edge excited each time
because when forest bathing the time is all mine
nearing the forest the world changes scale and shape
new dimensions appear: from 2D to 3D, into 4D I leap
as the colours of tree thin lands fade out behind me
the colours of the forest grow ever richer to see
and time seems to stop while immersed in this place
as the harshness of cities is quickly replaced
by the soft light of beauty and amazing grace
the smells of the flora the anticipation of wildlife
the moisture in the air the freedom the relief
where I walk in peace awestruck and at my own pace
where I find so many reasons to pause and marvel in this space
I belong in the forest it puts smiles on my face
it slows me it soothes me it relieves me of haste
it gives me adventures I would never otherwise find
it welcomes and embraces me and I return all in kind
I embrace the ground cover the mid story and canopy
I welcome every insect bird and animal I see
I soak up the sights of mosses lichen and fungi
the waterways the water aquatic life and algae
and I think if this is heaven in heaven I want to be
because then heaven is on earth to revere joyfully
Today’s d’Verse prompt is from Lillian: write a poem that somehow mentions, is set in, or is motivated by the woods / forest. As I hope you can see, I like nothing better than to spend time walking in forests.
What do saints mean to me?
a martyr regardless of victory
an angel from heaven found on earth
sent for secret religious work
a pietist of this earth born
alone in piety oft forlorn
a glorified soul for reasons uncertain
purpose obscured behind glorious curtain
or a loved one supporting home and hearth
trusted reliable always steadfast
a good person who generally tries hard
from heaven no guarantee not to be barred
There is a crack in heaven and the people are falling out
back to earth they fall
governments don’t know what to do with them
there are so many of them
generations of ancestors now displaced
refugees from perfection
returned to their ruined point of origin
bewildered bemused angry and ofttimes bewitched
I read in the news that camps are being set up
the people from heaven are objecting
they expect more
better food drink accomodation and entertainment
they certainly don’t expect to have to work or pay for anything
they say they have done their time
if they get distressed or sick they are looking for health care benefits
what is wrong with these people?
Angel carry your heavy payload
until god asks for it one day
Angel bitter, discard your halo
throw it worlds away
Angel fly to heaven above
dive to hell below
Angel receive peace from a dove
or scavenge it from a crow
Angel weep soul deep
until your very last breath
Angel sleep the long sleep
pray yourself to death
Angel just Angel lust Angel thrust
Angel sing Angel cling Angel wring
Angel must Angel bust Angel dust
Angel wing left wing right wing broken wing
Angel nothing
The dVerse prompts from Melissa today were inspired by Kurt Cobain’s birthday. I chose to take one line from a Nirvana song and reflect on the feelings that might drive a suicide. It was a harrowing exercise and I am sorry if it causes hurt. https://dversepoets.com/2024/02/20/happy-birthday-kurt🎉/
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