What is there to be done?

As the sun awakes
ready rebirth’s rise
for creation’s sake
where do you fix your eyes?

G-d’s breath breathed in you
but briefly borrowed
the five elements too
In body shrine most hallowed

While the ancient ice melts,
land’s life leaves,
a rhythmic memory felt;
your ancestors’ timely dreams

Convenient hinderances
(plastic’s patient pollution)
will ripple with turbulence
in your heart’s evolution

With eyes beholding
sacred sights serene
this rhythm not withholding
offer G-d your dream.


Richard PowellComment