terrible
events I contend
to witness,
despite faith
in God, spared not their brutal
mark on my psyche.
real random!
i’m left with a choice:
contemplate,
seek answers,
listen for His consoling
words; His solemn voice.
i process
the great mystery
of my life
of freedom:
of the things man created.
can we say all good?
speeding cars,
and high flying planes,
injure both
man and beast,
but intervene, His hand stilled,
Hope buried within.
Gary Edward Geraci
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- Comment from author about the poem: Man’s freedom, with all its consequences, is a great gift from God! The stanzas are written in the Shadorma form (Shadorma 3/5/3/3/7/5 syllables per line). As I was speeding by in the oposite lane, it’s body crushed by the impact of an oncoming vehicle, this poor animal could only manage to lift its head from the roadway spot where it had just been struck. Feeling immediately sick to my stomach I was left contemplating this tragic scene for the next several weeks.
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A sensitive write Gary.
Thank you Orchidee for your read and comment.
Yes indeed Gary I can readily understand that a tender heart on seeing suffering in even one little animal can never really forget it - - a moving account of what cars etc can wreak on creatures just crossing the road at perhaps dusk - - - what a world we have now of armoured monsters that care not for what maybe impeding their progress . A well written lament for all innocent victims of road-kill.
Thank you Fay for your read and comment.
Yes,Gary - I recognise that feeling too. Thanks .
Since we have that freedom, it should be within human capacity to do something about making the world a better place.
Thank you Dave for your read and comment.
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