Somber Reflections

Bitter Lives

The Child and the Rose

Humane?

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Bitter Lives - July 23, 1997

The Earth and Sky are one, and we
A part of Them, held within Their Life,
Together with Creation and creatures.
All are one, rising and falling together.

You, walking in arrogant pride upon
The breast of our great Mother Earth,
Treading Her and Her children alike
Under your unfeeling stride...

You are also a part of this Life.
You were cradled while in your formation
In the same waters that circle Her breast,
Were fed with the Life that fills us all.

Creation did not begin with you!
You are but a part, not the whole.
Father and Mother look with sadness as you
Destroy your own brothers and sisters.

Not even for your own good or pleasure!
Profit, that false god, eats up your soul,
And you sacrifice all on steel altars to that
Which drains your own Life, giving nothing.

Do you believe that you are eternal in Life?
Are you so consumed that you cannot feel
The great Destroyer watching and waiting
As your own Life is drained and eaten?

Father and Mother are patient,
Loving even those selfish children
Who trample Them down.
But They cannot be patient forever.....

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The Child and the Rose - July 4, 1997

What does it take to kill? A moment...
(The minister handed the child a rose...)

So easy, so quick - twist of a wrist, tightening of a grip, pull of a finger, push of a button - push a button, kill a hundred. So easy.
("Pull the petals off the rose, put them in my hand." She pulled them one by one...)

What creates a life? A time (it is hoped) of love, nine months to form the vessel. Years to shape the spirit and teach the mind - it is hoped with caring and grace, but not always so (not all deaths are of the body...).
(The petals lay heaped in his hands, and the man said, "Now... put it back together.")

A life that takes years to build, takes a moment to destroy...
(And the child, bewildered, said "I can't!" and wept for the rose...)

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Humane? - July 24, 1997

They are gentler, kinder, the animals --
For even when they kill you,
They but tear apart the body --
They leave heart and spirit intact.

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