Control/Alt/Delete
Charles Fields II 1955 (Fort Bragg, NC)
Are we prepared for the possibility
at times like this, we lack the ability
to protect that which we rely, to live.
Due to our inattention to the cries
of those who cared enough
to make the necessary sacrifice.
To give their allegiance to love-in life
For the freedoms which have become a legacy.
Will we continue to observe the trials and errors
Through, what measures taken by our ancestors
By which we survive…?
Who do we strive to be?
Without due notice to recognize
a growing disability.
As we are poisoned in our minds,
we lack compassion. Resigned?
Will this lead in time
to becoming a chain reaction
with no pity for others' plight,
lack of oversight?
Are we Losing our connection
to the source of loving self-reflection?
Throttled by ill-conceived notions
which lack empathy
ignore the pleas of others
As we jealously guard/hoard resources
Necessary to preserve our birthright
In our struggle to survive,
how will we define ourselves
in our collective future?
Are we conquerors
of nations/religion/visions
People of wealth and leisure
leaders of a cult
Rulers over fallen empires
and stolen treasures
All the above.
Will we lose our collective voice
before the creator ...
for the love of Jesus
Or continue to war
over how that is defined...
Where will we find love?
Meanwhile.
Upon further consideration
We are blessed by the Creator
beyond denomination.
Situation undefined...
Is this our final test?
Fallen from our natural place
Above the fray
Our love of life,
wrapped around us,
tattered
Someday
we will find our peace
To share a common bond,
to make our choice freedom,
every time.
As we recover from another
disastrous conflagration…
Our will to survive
Once more granted a saving grace
Our love of life
supports us
through An Umbilical cord
to the creative source
Drops a beat from its place
within our hearts
Inseparable from the space
between our minds
The ancestral leg bones…
being taught, love…
After being, freshly dropped
Straight from the fertile womb
Being caught before we hit the ground
Looking directly in the eyes
By one, who despite the pain of childbirth
Speaks directly to the heart
in a soft melodic voice
Making love music to our ever-loving minds
Still… Outside our sheltered space
A cold, sometimes cruel world awaits
So, preparations, must be made
to protect our loving hearts
at the right time before Power of suggestion
Might suggest otherwise…
How will we survive?
It was not just imagination
Enemies were calling from everywhere
From the shadows between earth, sky and sea
In no position to seek wisdom
Vulnerable, powerless, Weak.
Fearing all Looking small,
Feeling diminished
After, the latest rounds of attack upon us…
Dragged in chains behind a truck.
Hung, by rope from trees,
Knee held on to our necks
A if your mortal fears Will ever clear
by your brutality, against us…
will wash away mortal sins
Through our tears,
as we who cry the cry of faith
Gathering, those whose love fortifies us
Raise our united hearts in prayer/song
Yes, love is Still alive, still strong
Even, as the coefficient of evil does not cease
Only to rise and ebb in recurrent tides,
Carried by the evil will of recycled beasts
Falling beneath the original corruptions
It cannot extinguish our belief...
In us, we possess a gift
our ancestral spirits gave
to bring us peace
Reminding us, as we live,
although there will be grief
Amidst the battle
Shadows will grow long
Soldiers become weary,
loud voices weak
Still, we must protect the spirits of
The hearts and souls of the innocent
From the incessant probing
Of soul thief
C2
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Written on 2020
Submitted by Charles2 on September 16, 2023
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