UNDYING LOVE FOR A LOVE THAT IS DYING
The artist put himself to task,
to realise a dream;
and gathered up and set it so,
it did not show a seam.
with loving hands he polished it,
and when each piece was done;
he set it all in motion,
giving life to every one.
Then he put a keeper in it's midst,
and said "Watch over it";
then saw he needed company,
and so of his breast did knit.
then said "Come see what I've cast on,
from a stitch across your heart;
this stitch to remind both of you,
that you should never part".
Now looking upon his loving work,
behold it has been dashed;
for some have come along, and with
a tarnished brush have splashed;
With fond filled fancies,
of lavish meadows Green;
of shimmering Sunkissed dewdrops,
on countless blossoms sheen.
An array of fossils and footsteps,
of all pleasantries ever seen;
now memories locked in teardrops,
of all that once had been.
Mother Earth, once plump and fruitful,
laid waste by foolish schemes;
left in the hands of ignorant caretakers,
is now falling apart at the seams.
All the artist's beloved creations,
have all but come and went;
shall the Harvest Moon not bless our skies,
'til this beloved Earth is spent?
Despondent over desolate spaces,
we dream the poet's dream;
of living in tranquil places,
with peace on Earth serene.
To live in joyous frivolity,
with nothing to bring us down;
to look in all directions,
and nay have cause to frown.
May God help us to understand and respect all that is given us A-MEN