Sunday 4 October 2015

To Him


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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

32 comments:

  1. 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..

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  2. an 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.

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  3. In 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.

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  4. Our tongues are fire made
    Heart of hatred
    We speak
    In the language of bullet

    So true.. the world we live in today is full of such signs.

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  5. Wow! 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.

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  6. I'm quoting the same lines as Sanaa, I notice:
    "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.

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  7. Ah,.... these days, nothing good dwells in us! The whole world lies in the power of the evil/ Kalashnikov!! Pity!
    Nicely done, Sumana. :)

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  8. May we all care (or learn to care) for the Universe that made us... and keeps us being.

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  9. First 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-

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  10. Your poetry is always so prayerful, Sumana. Beautiful x

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  11. WOW! A fantastic write. "we are starving souls...your words are manna dew". The hands that are Kalishnikovs, powerful. A wonderful write, my friend.

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  12. language 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

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  13. Spirits 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

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  14. Do 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

    Have a beautiful Sunday Sumana

    Much love...

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  15. 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!

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  16. I 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!

    Donna@LivingFromHappiness

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  17. nice write. for me, I still care cause He's the center of all righteousness, says the believer.

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  18. Beautifully rendered - the classical wording, a brilliant choice. Human apathy - it occurs to me, more and more ... is the root of all evil.

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  19. Excellent way to put the question.
    ZQ

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  20. No we don't care and probably never have.It is miraculous that the world functions even as well as it does.

    http://rallentanda.blogspot.com.au/2015/10/bullies.html

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  21. 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!

    Hank

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  22. 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.

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  23. What a perfect question: But do we care? Some of us do, others never will,

    Elizabeth

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  24. Yes, these lines struck me the most - "Our tongues are fire made
    Heart of hatred
    We speak
    In the language of bullet"

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  25. What a powerful phrase--we speak in the language of the bullet. Loved that

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  26. I 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.

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  27. Love the deep spiritual message Sumana ~ Love this part best:

    We cling to this world
    We kill
    Crucify
    Our tongues are fire made
    Heart of hatred
    We speak
    In the language of bullet

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  28. How sad, that rhetorical question. How sweet if the beautiful language of your poem might make people pause, and care.

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  29. PS I agree with Grace about 'the language of bullet' and also love your first line, 'Celestial Bird of Light'.

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  30. To 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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