A way to survive

Heaven came down to visit today

and I tried to touch but couldn’t

for the seemingly near still too far

from the outreach of fleshy parts.

So in the time it took to know

of mind’s innate ability

the clouds hung low and ominous

over the land of my birth.

It’s an effortless glide to arrive

at the door where truth abides.

but stay away, stay away,

truth’s a weapon

to wound if not kill perceptions

based on human facades.

The human façade is amazingly skilled

at draping itself over the truth

but come the wind of a seeker’s mind

and the drapes part like the Red Sea.

Sometimes the then made visible

banishes trust to where it’s unused

and it lies as if dead forever, amen,

in the mind of all seekers, you see?

And sometimes there rises unbidden to voice

the undeniable “I love you”

but always we come back to the times

of rule and reign by human facades. 

There’s a reason heaven is way up there

and a reason for faith in facades

and faith is neither good nor bad

but just a way to survive!

Yes/no?

Foundations of rock

Formations of rock surveying the scene

stand firm near the edge of approaching winter

vulnerable and exposed to man’s evil ways

and saddened by how a person can change.

 But if I look down to the base of it all

and gently embrace the visible truth

layers and layers confirm and bear out

the intense upheaval of earth.

  

And then was created another good place

with diligent care to the gift of free will

to enable the testing and assessing

of sincerity, honour, empathy, love.

Today the rocks stand a paradise lost

like a woman alive without a good man

alone but strong to suffer the sun

and not turn away from the wind.

  

Where are the lovers?  They’ve gone everyone

to pointless realms of electronic release

to gain and acquire the meaningless, false,

and upturn foundations of physical love.

 And the sea one day will rise up to hide

the signs and symbols of faithfulness, trust,

and the trees will appear to grow from the sea

in the inexplicable manner of life.

  

But not today, tomorrow, next week,

not until the earth says, “Enough”,

and we, the few, who believe in tough love

from above will at last understand.

The universe whispers, I hear and believe,

that time should stand still, remember the feel,

and recall again how such intense energy

upturned the world for a reason, a cure.

 And when it is known, will time then deliver

a warning and caution to the sea not to rise

and trees not to think they can live forever

on watery foundations of improper love?

  

When it is known it may be too late,

too late to reverse an intolerable fate.