Voice and Bone

Dark, this narrow focused vision
of mankind’s controlling power,
dimly lit by cowardice,
this shadowed path, not ours.

Halls of men decry demands
for fiscal floundering, set adrift
in times where mother nature pays,
as through her dwindling resources sifts
the greedy hands of sightless men,
bound to grow their gold stack higher,
who refuse to heed God’s warning,
as their names are called from future’s pyre…

For through death’s ash will sore repent
their souls for lacking caring,
their children and generations hence
will, by their deeds, no doubt be sharing
the hell of what tomorrow brings,
the ache of nature’s fortune sold,
distressed with hope their blues will sing
misfortune’s rancor for nature’s gold!

Today I rest and pray for strength,
that hope may rise from words aware,
so shift societies’ critical mass
in minds, by actions, and those who care.

Tomorrow is the present’s burden,
by stewardship and values draw
the motions to honor nature’s balance,
thus form the bounds of living law.

Today, in quiet despair I feel
the quaking moments of our future’s plight,
set to course and accelerated
by men who lack, by men who fight
for selfish gains against the grain
of how this life’s eternal.
So stand, do I, in voice and bone
to raise a conscious care, maternal
in the ways of earth,
enrobed in compassion’s truest flame,
in prayer that my children’s place
may carry this living’s truth the same…