*Remember*
Dedicated to the Conscious, the Semi-Conscious, the Unconscious
Brothers
Sisters
Sons and
Daughters
Mothers and
Fathers
We are One
No Less
No More
No Enemy
No War
As
Tears and
Fears
Crowd Our Bosoms-
Remember
Love
*REMEMBER*
However;
There are Those
In the Shadows
Who Stand Aside
-Skewed-
Mouthpiece to Many-
Professing
“Pestilence”
“Death…”
And… Many…
Many Cannot See
Nor Hear
Nor Question
Who Know Not Of
The sleight of Hand
The Chicaneries
The Deception
Of the
SCHISM that Echoes:
“IF YOU CARE”
“Drink the Poison”
“Remain Afar”
“Don’t Gather”
“Don’t Breathe”
“No More Freedoms”
“No more Nature…”
“IF YOU CARE”
*REMEMBER*
We are Born
Free
Bestowed Full, Natural Immunity
Able and Capable
To Resist … Because
We are
We are People
Of Love
Of Compassion
We come from the Wild-
The Free
As are Birds
Dragon Flies
Bees, Bears
Trees, Mountains
Rivers…
And with Them Too-
Mycelia
The small
The Microscopic
The Invisible-the Air
We are Brethren
This is our world-together
We Evolve-
Live
In Symbiosis
*REMEMBER*
Consciousness
(The Great Gift)
To Note, to Critically Analyze
Distinguish and Discriminate
Illuminate, Enlighten
To Deliberately Act_
To Choose
Consciousness
(The Great Responsibility)
To Act
To Speak
To Walk
-Responsibly-
In Good Ways
‘PAY ATTENTION’
Our Lives Depend_
On All Life
On You
Me,
We
Come My Sister
My Brother
Nephew
Daughter
Come
Sit with me-
Listen
Listen
To Roaring Waves
To the Hawk’s Call
The Trickle
The Breeze
Listen!
To the Sound of:
Hearts
Souls
Stories
Pain…
Of…Silence
Truth
OF WISDOM
‘PAY ATTENTION’
*REMEMBER*
Our need of
FREEDOM
TO BREATH
TO CHOOSE
*REMEMBER*
To Stand Up-
All
Are Important
*REMEMBER*
To Create…
You Must First
Dream
For Love
Alfred 8.29.2021
This poem is inspired by the state of things, by You-the people. Also, by the writings of Wendell Berry and Thomas Jefferson.
When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free
The Peace of Wild Things by Wendell Berry (first published in 1968)
I am persuaded myself that the good sense of the people will always be found to be the best army.
they may be led astray for a moment, but will soon correct themselves.
the people are the only censors of their governors: and even their errors will tend to keep these to the true principles of their institution.
Extract from Thomas Jefferson to Edward Carrington – Paris Jan. 16. 1787
Thank you for the poems. The Wendell Berry one is calling me to the beach or land today!