Lies, Lies, Lies

So many reasons to feel this way in our current world condition. Pick a number, any number…

 Nature knows, and yet it continues to be beautiful

 

never forgetting its purpose

enjoying the gift of a new day

finding solace in togetherness..

Don’t despair,

breathe the air

before it is poisoned

 beyond repair.

Plant your feet

on solid ground,

hear the sound

of Nature

crying…

dying,

she weeps,

Where is the light?

the will to fight

for its survival

caught within a tangle

of discarded ideals.

Does anyone feel

her slowing heartbeat?

Behind the din 

of lusty sin

the voice of reason speaks,

but it is growing weak.

As darkness spreads

dis-ease and dread

we must remember 

our tender mercies.

Shout and deny

complacency,

for in its company

there is no honor.

No hope was ever born 

where freedom, scorned,

was abandoned.

The goal of power, futile,

the lesson always brutal

when truth falls like a hammer

On the glamour of its

promise.

‘Balance must be kept,’

and so the bow may bend,

only when the dark and light

remember how to blend

will this downward spiral end. 

Endings, beginnings-

no.

Existence is perpetual

whether humans come or go. 

Although the song below was written as a love ballad, I find it relevant here. 

After all, our life on this planet is a love affair of epic proportion. 

It’s also a very sweet film. Glen Hansard is so talented. 

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