You do not know me
You do not mean to treat me well
Pray tell me my transgression
So I can signal sincere confession
And if that ain't enough, well...,
Then you can stick it: Use your imagination
Streets and avenues we share
Why are you shouting, finger in the air
Where, my goodness, it can be any street
And in urban environments, sidewalks share
The rising rage of society unplugged
Working together, caring, sharing a new son
The Second Commandment is 24/7 each day
No, there's no holiday vacation, or get away
Either you want a good heart, by my thinking
The, or else, so many just look away
Peace has no perch to ponder, fierce winds defeating
Getting beyond words, good heart, peace is friend
So many grievances, so many, so shallow
Fear feeds, growing stronger, good heart, begin
Such a difficult road, stumbles, words of dismay
Always some gentle soul says, 'Amen'
Any answer fell from hole in my pocket
Explanation for this rant without rage
So here the soapbox greets the snowflakes
Enjoying watching the children at play
Hoping their world will have the key
To open into warm smiley arms of peace
Please excuse my simple ending of just Amen


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Let me add another Amen.
Peace has no perch to ponder, fierce winds defeating....
And I'll add my Amen, as well. May your vision for our children come true!
I have some things to do.
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Amen my dear William, Amen for sure,,, truth for the soul,,,
Thanks for posting to my group, Anythingwriting
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Actually quite moving and I'm so glad you expressed hope at the end. My fav:
Any answer fell from hole in my pocket
Explanation for this rant without rage
So here the soapbox greets the snowflakes
Enjoying watching the children at play
Hoping their world will have the key
To open into warm smiley arms of peace
Let it be so:)
It's so easy to be a mirror and not to follow the image of God. It's so easy to forget the second commandment.
Simple pleasures, family moments, gentle souls, all these are cherished in the lines of your poem, so there is no real rant, just a tug at the heartstrings to keep reaching out to angry people one lovely, peaceful gesture at time.
The whole in the pocket keeps it light, keeps it from sounding angry. It also lets us know, if you had the answer it has slipped through your hands without the wisdom to apply it . . . and in doing so, you let us feel the human condition with you, where in the end, we do what we can day by day, and in the end it is in God's hand. Amen.
Well done.