Hello All,
I have been out of touch for a while... I hope everyone is well and that things are going smoothly for you.
Here is a poem I wrote today as a reaction to the war in the Ukraine and Covid. Have a wonderful day.
Today again I saw
The wind pushing recycled newspapers
Turning the pages with lethargic grace
Pages stamped all over with dried leaves
And human footsteps ...no matter...
Anyway nobody is interested in yesterday’s news
One glimpse at the headlines
Chilling blood and quickening pulse
Lines screaming of diseases, wars and hunger...
Horror, pain and misunderstanding
With the overall message
Nothing to live on, nothing to live for...
But I like to think that perhaps
Perhaps someone could invent
A better use for newspapers...
Perhaps there are already
Out there entire armies of newspaper
Angels....
Just look at the sky...
Angels dressed in perfect
Print, ink-stamped, copyrighted gowns
Carrying torches or magic wands perhaps
With lofty glow-in-the-dark tansies for tips
Yes, we can read...
Read the nightmarish news as we
Finish yesterday’s rice
Dressed generously with
Crisp napa cabbage and fresh ginger
A blessing indeed for those of us who
Don’t routinely suffer
From indigestion and if we do... no matter
It’s habit, you see... every day to look
Yes to look at the updates
Of x number of Covid cases
In y number of countries
How many times a day
To pore over this painful
Information so important
Of x developments in recently started wars
Of thousands of suffering refugees
Desperately looking for shelter
Stories filled with border closures, sanctions
And heart-rending calls for peace...
Stories so important yet recycled
Once again only in our heads
Better to close the pages
Of these newspapers stamped all over
With dirty hands and eternally salty tears...
Better to close them and turn off the TV
Instead let us start making
Newspaper Angels... yes with our own hands
Make them with x-shaped wings
Carved with the utmost care
Perhaps we can design them
With letter-shaped eyes so luminous
Eyes that have already learned
To search the sky and read
The apricot sunrise and fiery sunset
Perhaps those angels will even learn to fly
Yes, fly of their own accord...
Sprinkling light and love all around
Just a little bit of love to melt the
Most frozen of hearts
For once perhaps let us gather
Be it in crowds or small groups
Gather all together on the lawn
Just to greet the tapestry sunrise
Yes just for once to do it together....
Holding hands to see every heart
And soul in this sunrise...
I see yours one of us would say...
Do you see mine?
Oh yours looks blue like evening snow....
Every soul on the planet in this sunrise...
Why the pain and the bloodshed then?
Please better to make our newspaper angels
And find more souls like stars in a constellation
Some blue, some red, some yellow and some simply white...
Yes... just make the angels and spread
Love in bursts of fireworks all around
And let us paint the pages of yesterday’s
Newspapers all over with angelic footsteps...
Just in case...
We should after all note that
Not all of our angels
Have yet learned to fly...
Perhaps it is up to you and me
To teach them as we sip our morning coffee...
But perhaps we should first
Yes first remind ourselves how much we
Love Life truly... I love it... Do you?
Every bit of it with all its contrasting colors...
And disheveled tumbleweeds of ideas
So today let’s close our eyes then and send
Our newspaper Angels into the sky
And learn to identify our souls in the sunrise...
The tapestry is so wide you see...
All of humanity is there and what is more
(I promise)
Every soul is luminous...