Saturday, 28 December 2013

Earth's Heart

A conversation with the heart of the World…

The tears you weep,
           I keep
   they wake me at night
when it feels
  as if the Light
       has left

for your heart
   is my heart,
       I feel your pain
          as the soft grey rain
crying out for the caged ones,
   the starving ones,
            the unseen tragedies,
                       the cruelties kept hidden
where polite people cannot know them,
   but still they rise
as wailing ghosts in their nightmares

       their minds have blocked you out
     but their hearts are tied to you
  and must open to you

as a spear stabbed cruelly
  left me gasping,
on the edge of heartbreak,
  your cries
my heart,
   your heart,
       trail them in their sleep
screaming them awake

 they try to drown them
             in a bottle of vodka,
or a line off a mirror
        that stares emptily back up at them,
or buy them off with false gold
 that next to your sunshine has barely a shimmer,
   not even a glimmer
        of your beauty
              after the rain

they reason with logic
and big words to explain the injustice,
divorced from emotion,
    because it would hurt too much to feel
        the horror of your Real

if they thought before they ate
  and saw the misery on their plate
     they would choke in guilt and shame
and so they choose not to know
   what “civilisation” daren’t show,
they look away
   and shadows
cloud over the day

the killing for fun
because they’re taught we’re not one,
      Earth which spells heart,
  how can they even think we’re ever apart?
      my heart,
          your heart
 beats within mine
      in time
 with the song of our dream

    as a stream
will eventually meander down to the sea
  oh heart,
    my heart,
 their hearts
will still open
weep with me
  that the beasts
the innocent
    should be wild and free

Christine Jordaan, 2013
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