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2003 Feathery creature perched upon a swaying branch
Welcomes the new dawn of Spring with a joyous melodious song.
Sun shines brightly, warming the earth bringing fresh life anew.
Nocturnal sounds hushed for the day.
Grass, trees, flowers, birds, and a million million other creatures
Clap their hands with praise for the gift and sacredness of life.
Even the barrenness of the desert radiates a beauty of holy brilliance
To one who seeks its divine treasures.
Sounds before unheard reach the delicate ears of the sparrow.
Growing to a tumultuous thunder, piercing heart and soul,
Whistle follows with crescendo
Falling….falling….raining whistles and rushes of wind,
Until they explode with mighty blasts that shake the earth,
Leaving behind the red mist of life taken.
Innocent screams, shouts, crying, tears……..frantic mothers
Running with their babies for shelter never found.
The old who have wisdom and the knowing can only pray for mercy.
Confusion, blood flowing, skin and bones thrashed open
Bodies rent with agony and suddenness,
Eyes wide with shock and terror.
Stunned silence fills in between the horror.
Souls forever changed.
It wasn’t their fault. They were simply born.
Dust settles once again
Bringing into view the carnage of what once was.
The living buries the dead.
Weeping, mourning, sadness, grieving, and unbelief
Walk the streets of doomed respite asking, “Why?”
Dazed immortals pass by standing tree.
Sparrow and tree melded in Purpose; one reaching towards the heavens,
Proclaiming unchanging truth once again.
The other straining to sing a prayer of peace…to bring right into wrong,
Light into darkness, music into silence,
Good into evil, righteousness into ungodliness.
A simple bouquet of silver notes from the Garden song,
Adorned with faith, hope, and love weave
Serenity and tranquility through the heart of all creation.
Copyright Pushkva March 2003
