How did humanity
arrive at this place?
Almost overnight,
viral war torn,
scarred, skeptical,
frazzled, frightened,
lonely isolation,
madly missing
the joy of life.
Humanity’s vitality
slowly but surely
leaking away,
drained by a
lurking thieving,
deceitful beast,
gluttonous gorger
swallowing whole
all who yield.
But the wheel of
fortune ever turns,
the black jar of
Pandora’s woes
morphs to womb
of fathomless
mother goddess
of a Golden Age,
a new humanity.
It’s time to birth
transformation
from destruction,
swimming upwards
to shimmering light,
gulping great drafts
of rarefied air,
reclaiming life and
eager to live it.
I wrote this poem in the middle of the pandemic, August 2021. One might say we have moved beyond this, so why post it? Because this event was part our spiritual awakening, and we are still sorting out all of the implications and effects it had on the collective we call humanity.
Birthing is an excerpt from Humanity’s Lament: Poetry for Our Times. It’s free.
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Hi, Susan, Love this so much. You are correct: we need to transform our dark thoughts and feelings, ugly, destructive thoughts. Life as we know it is slowly being destroyed. Our generation will not see peace for a while, maybe not ever again in our lifetime. Only time will tell. Thank you for you beautiful words,Rita
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Hi Rita, thank you so much for reading and for contributing your feedback. I think perhaps in this day and age people tend to skim along the surface of everything, including those big events that have left scars. We are in the process of a recognition and healing of who we really are.
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This poem is wonderful and it points to Truth; so it can never lack significance. Thanks for bringing such evocative LIGHT into the world, where it is sorely missed!
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A very sincere thank you, Anonymous. Comments like this help to keep me going. 🙂
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