The
quiet voice inside me reminds me to be kind,
conscious of my gifts, of my place in humanity’s whole;
I listen, and I want to heal the world, to heal myself.
conscious of my gifts, of my place in humanity’s whole;
I listen, and I want to heal the world, to heal myself.
The
louder voices, outside my head, shouting
in my ears
are telling me to burn it all down;
the damage too extensive, the rifts too deep,
the enmity too vast and irate.
are telling me to burn it all down;
the damage too extensive, the rifts too deep,
the enmity too vast and irate.
In
my mind, there is an expanse between both
shores:
extensive, unfathomable, and full of hazards.
extensive, unfathomable, and full of hazards.
I
want to build a path to reason, a bond of human kindness,
a bridge made up of spirit and good intentions.
a bridge made up of spirit and good intentions.
I
know the desire is in me, and I hope it is there in others,
to join our gifts together to create a place of strength and safety.
to join our gifts together to create a place of strength and safety.
The
emptiness and cacophony of the outside world though laughs at my intent and echoes
it back;
the Still, Small Voice of Soul and Spirit cannot be heard above the din of Babel.
the Still, Small Voice of Soul and Spirit cannot be heard above the din of Babel.
Ronda
R. Scott-Marak
©
7 February 2018
This is the dualism of spirit from which all gentle souls suffer in times of moral mayhem. It speaks to me as well.
ReplyDeleteNice. And keep listening for the still small voice. It's still there, just gathering strength.
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