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Sunday, 4 October 2015
To Him
Celestial Bird of light
Thou art so rarest
Few fortunate souls
Find you
Recognize you
Follow you
They are the salt of the earth
Thou art born not only for them
But for us too
The worldly beings
Do we care?
Thou art our path to immortality
Do we care?
We are starving souls
Yet your words are manna dew
To appease hunger
Do we care?
No
We cling to this world
We kill
Crucify
Our tongues are fire made
Heart of hatred
We speak
In the language of bullet
Our hands are made of Kalashnikov
Yet thou love us still
Thou hast kept us alive
So that we may look up and find you
But……
Do we really care?
Posted for Poetry Pantry @ Poets United
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I think the vast majority of the world does not care but those you voice such questions must - and therein lies the goodness of humanity..the reason he came..and went..
ReplyDeletean interesting question but we do see instances where faith doesn't always translate to goodness.. Have to search inside ourselves to find our own paths to being human.
ReplyDeleteIn the language of the bullet, our hands are Kalishnikov. Great lines. Sad lines. I think our minds struggle to grasp the unconditional love as well, because it is so different than what we are even capable of.
ReplyDeleteOur tongues are fire made
ReplyDeleteHeart of hatred
We speak
In the language of bullet
So true.. the world we live in today is full of such signs.
Yes and No
ReplyDeleteWow! This is such a beautiful poem. I read it twice. Only if we can drop the hatred from our heart, the venom from our tongue and the selfishness from our core, we can find Him beside us.
ReplyDeleteI'm quoting the same lines as Sanaa, I notice:
ReplyDelete"Our tongues are fire made
Heart of hatred
We speak
In the language of bullet."
Not all of us, though what is done "by the least of these" is done by me too. It's difficult to read the world upside down with the elite faithful denying these things of the world. I don't know yet what it means that Jesus is here for everyone, even those who do not emulate him in love and joy and service. But, I care. A lot. AS do many! That is the underbelly of this poem that cries out into this terribleness.
Ah,.... these days, nothing good dwells in us! The whole world lies in the power of the evil/ Kalashnikov!! Pity!
ReplyDeleteNicely done, Sumana. :)
May we all care (or learn to care) for the Universe that made us... and keeps us being.
ReplyDeleteFirst I love how you have pulled forth all the feeling of a classic language, of bible verses into modern things.. therefore the Kalashnikov hands works so well in your words that could have been taken from King James' bible... wonderful and sad-
ReplyDeleteYour poetry is always so prayerful, Sumana. Beautiful x
ReplyDeleteWOW! A fantastic write. "we are starving souls...your words are manna dew". The hands that are Kalishnikovs, powerful. A wonderful write, my friend.
ReplyDeletelanguage of the bullet....we were shown a better way to love and live and we tried to destroy it. But your poem shows that love and faith are still here in spite of the evil. Spencer is Kanzensakura
ReplyDeleteSpirits like you help keep the light alive, Sumana and in that lies hope for us all, even the most dejected and despairing. Thank you for this... With Best Wishes Scott www.scotthastie.com
ReplyDeleteDo we care. I think yes we do most of the time, else we would not be aghast and horrified at such happenings as war and terrorism
ReplyDeleteHave a beautiful Sunday Sumana
Much love...
Yes, so often we speak with bullets rather than with words. Heard an interview of a police officer on our public radio this week. In the 'old days' children used to fight with fists and today oftentimes they fight with funs. Heaven help us!
ReplyDeleteI wonder how many care anymore....but for those of us who do we can only keep loving through the hatred....it is the way and the light....otherwise what do we have! So well written!
ReplyDeleteDonna@LivingFromHappiness
nice write. for me, I still care cause He's the center of all righteousness, says the believer.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully rendered - the classical wording, a brilliant choice. Human apathy - it occurs to me, more and more ... is the root of all evil.
ReplyDeleteExcellent way to put the question.
ReplyDeleteZQ
No we don't care and probably never have.It is miraculous that the world functions even as well as it does.
ReplyDeletehttp://rallentanda.blogspot.com.au/2015/10/bullies.html
The way of the world. The strong and powerful knock against the weak and helpless. Conscience was thrown to the winds. Not bothered with God's will. Thoughtful take Sumana!
ReplyDeleteHank
I think you express the angst for many of us. We drop our arms, feeling despair and wondering if others even care. But I do, you do, many do. I hope we care enough. This is such an honest, prayerful poem. Thank you for it Sumana.
ReplyDeleteWhat a perfect question: But do we care? Some of us do, others never will,
ReplyDeleteElizabeth
Yes, these lines struck me the most - "Our tongues are fire made
ReplyDeleteHeart of hatred
We speak
In the language of bullet"
What a powerful phrase--we speak in the language of the bullet. Loved that
ReplyDeleteA very powerful ending.
ReplyDeleteI suspect many don't, or it seems so. And this is where I say, 'so be it.' So much we can never change....seems we only notice change when it is with something we love, and wish not to change.
ReplyDeleteLove the deep spiritual message Sumana ~ Love this part best:
ReplyDeleteWe cling to this world
We kill
Crucify
Our tongues are fire made
Heart of hatred
We speak
In the language of bullet
How sad, that rhetorical question. How sweet if the beautiful language of your poem might make people pause, and care.
ReplyDeletePS I agree with Grace about 'the language of bullet' and also love your first line, 'Celestial Bird of Light'.
ReplyDeleteTo find the highest self inside...eventually we come to this light, but everyone in their own time....powerful words and images!
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