As long as there is but one suffering among you, do not go into the garden. Lest you will know his agony as your own and it will have conquered you. We are not an advanced civilization if we are still seeing school shootings and abandoned families, need I mention war and parades for war? Even just one case of any of these atrocities indicates that we as a people have soul work to do. Let’s come out of our self-designed tenebrae and see ‘economic development’ for what it really is: euphemism for ‘greed’.
Everyone was in his proper place,
The hedonist on the slopes,
The proud upon their hearths
The saints out on the streets
When the world ended, its perfect pied way
All eyes melted from thousands of sockets
Then we were able to see our strange design
Embossed like a footprint in a thousand sands
An angel once outstretched in a thousand snows
Our mouths freed from disintegrated lips,
We can laugh at the calculus of the playful curves.
© 2013, Amaya Engleking