Provisions

Provisions

A Poem by PoetryofProvidence

Earth         was a perfumed garden

residing in a single                    galaxy

          beauteous fair among the planeted channels

so blooms its presence           which has given birth       to me

lighted reflections among the waterfalls

      succulent as oranges in bowls of cedar 

            or apple blossom petals dancing in the winds

there enticed my heart

        to the park of natures nursery 

               where the trails are laden

with baby's breath and blueberries              myrtle

juniper  , ash , thimbleberries , and chanterelles

we have steeped peppermint , currant         and sassafras for tea

with hyssop , palmetto , and mandrake

turmeric , saffron , paprika , sage                among our spices

dried plantain , maiden hair and olives

                 have graced our tables

    mallow , ginseng , nutmeg , cinnamon , pennyroyal

tamarind , rue , every flora and fauna that sprouts

unrivaled in all her bounties

provisions made for                  every delight

      energy and power has shaped her mountain ranges

         meadows , valleys , islands , and seas

so complete her resources

       that we can find nothing that delights

                 lacking in her                                   but we ourselves

 

 

how quickly man has replaced

        her cotillion of species

with cement and a                  flat screen

         where empire means empty

                 and shaped steel means plenty

and the dance of dominion

         is the desolation of what supports our lives

shackles , chains , slavery , prison

         to a shallow society of souls surrendered

 to the immolation of creation 

          the arsenal of greed and pride

                 which has bound the herd

upon the precipice of suicide

where swiftly the poison of property

has dashed and crushed life

upon the rocks where nothing can grow

                                the slow death of humanity

          drowning in his own debris

           our luxury someone else's slavery

the 10 year old who is hungry

and climbs into a pit for what we consider

                 less than nothing

                 mining our riches

we decry poverty and bondage

but sight unseen              does not make us clean

where sensory masturbation is the

                                         addiction of the masses

all that is left for the " lower classes "

 

 

I'll not give you this

if you haven't looked around

you are considered      " remiss "

the 99 percent are still richer than 

                           two thirds of the rest of humanity

your baby sitter is no longer "black and white"

but unfettered violence of every type

                     when the store is empty

          where will you turn  ?? 

 

Matt 24:3-14

IITim 3:1-5   Apocalypse 11:15-19 

 

COPYRIGHT © 2011 C Michael Miller

© 2011 PoetryofProvidence


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