Thursday, July 19, 2018
By Toni Truesdale
To speak of an advanced society,
What would one say?
Would one talk about superiority
Or the human heart’s capacity
For a compassionate society?
What then is the true name of Manifest Destiny;
That murders indigenous children, physically
Or steals and binds them psychologically?
And, how does one justify war?
In the name of territory,
What kind of values would that be;
In a spiritual society?
or, does one want to simply protect progeny;
To allow them to inherit property;
In an established hierarchy?
If one leaves behind
Shards of children,
Is that called a legacy?
T.Truesdale copyright 2010
Thursday, July 12, 2018
Darkness breaks into the light of day
In the relentless round of the seasons
Cycle the distance of the sun
Cradled into the womb of the sky system
To which we belong,
That swirls back into infinity…
We barely permeate continuous creation
With our small human conscious mind
From this planet, Earth.
Home to the tangled connections
That comprise this web of life, here;
So many delicate species within,
Our myriad complexity
Born from our Mother, this world.
Spawn of the haphazard universe;
Accident of light and matter;
Our Sacred Sanctuary.
Copyright T.Truesdale 2018