#poem
The work of #CarolynMorgan: everything from Beyond the Clouds
I have never considered myself a poet yet, for reasons unknown, I am awoken in the early hours of the morning to pick up a pen and write the words that are given.
“How can I feel love
When all the world is crying?
So many children dying, dying, dying.
Our brutish leaders lying, lying, lying.
And I am tired of trying
To be the best that I can be
When my body is relying
On poisons slowly killing me.
My heart is in such torment
Empathetic with this discontent
Of Mother Earth in ferment
Of cleansing and rebirth.
The trauma, pain and sorrow
Before a new tomorrow
Dawns for a rain-washed sun-kissed Earth.
No more the men of hate,
No more of wars and killing.
Let love and light be sovereign
And angelic wings be hovering
As they heal the bruised and broken,
And our world shall be awoken
When the consciousness of love
Streams forth from above
To cleanse us from all crying, lying, dying.
No more torture, tears and pain,
Just compassion, care and love again,
To live our Holy Life as deemed,
The one we all have dreamed.”