His Light Shown Bright

Left to us was this memory: Kindness, he lit by way he knew.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Just a farthing for his childhood

poverty he met, for so long

Conquered through force of effort

he stood tall, as his arms grew strong

 

In his heart bold with life he lived

truth was the errant lover told

Not proud nor listless was the lad

who offered light of youth to old

 

First he came to were blind and dumb

ignorance, most cruel with its might

Harsh, cold and so unrelenting

he gave all he had to the fight

 

On through light of fearless nature

prejudice, once met he would brave

He hunted the cold screaming raven

to put her in an early grave

 

Along life's labored path he walked

jealous, persons followed him on

Enemies of kind nature

chased his spirit till near but gone

All that he would have been or done

love, he left behind for the fools

Gathered and scattered among us

as if just so many jewels

 

Left to us was his memory

kindness, shared by way he knew

Shown each a selfless character

he lit the way for me and you

Tate

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Author's Note

Would that we all could have such an impact upon mans own inhumanity to man. As Ghandi was once heard to say "If we look for an eye for an eye it will leave the world blind. In light of the horrific killing at the grade school in Connecticut this morning I would say we have learned little. Hold tight your children to your breast. When I am asked what I want for Christmas I always have to search my heart and the answer is always the same. I want every lonely child to know the love of their family. With that thought I am always reminded of those who pack for the weekend wait by the door for the parent who is just too busy to come get them this week. Loss of family is what makes for the dispossessed. My heart just bleeds for these poor families in Connecticut. For them Christmas will forever be the time that stole their hope, their future, their dreams.
This killing today was the 7th mass murder of 4 or more people in the United States this year alone.

Reviews

[Nativespirit]

If we listen to the sounds of silence and the passion of men like Ghandi and Mandella, or even the words of those who cry out for peace through their music, ah, the music, we would find ourselves able to walk the path laid out for us from the beginning with a lighter heart. Again, thank you for your words, your passion.

[Tate Morgan]

Hi Barb I ofen wonder if ever we will learn I doubt it

[spiritwind]

Your poem was so very touching
but also challenging
with a sting of remorse
for all to share
I cannot speak of those children
their pictures haunt me
their unfinished lives try to sing from photographs
God bless us every one as we try to get through this

[Onyia-Ali, Kingsley Chu..]

I appreciate how you have depicted this great man. It creats a mental picture as if he were alive.

[Leigh]

Great thoughts and high calibre poetry

[Becca Bishop]

I love poems like these that commemorate the amazing people in our world. I wish writers would write more of them, but even if they did yours would still be the best :P You know, I think our world would be better off if more everybody listened to people like you, people who care. Thank you so much for this :) It's beautiful.

[A Soap Mess Stories]

Good writing.

[de_maruf]

fine

[Cerise]

Beautifully expressed from start to end..Truly Ghandi was a wonderful man..touchy a
and very well written..:)

[saunved]

Gandhi was indeed a great man...thank you Tate and hope the children's families find solace in their memories...

[patricia]

Seeing the face of Ghandi was a healing balm soothing the soul in these tragic times. You chose well. Thankyou Tate.

[Katie Lynn]

This poem touched my heart, Tate. It brought tears to my eyes! I must say, we share the same Christmas wish this year. If only, if only. Well done.

Katie