I CRY & HOPE FOR HUMANITY – By ElizaBeth Coira

These crying eyes are a mirror
For humanity that’s surely lost her way
Wandering, trampling
Blind and fearful
Reactionary
Lost
Depleted.

She stumbled in to the woods
Paradise lost, now found
But in her haze, she saw snakes
Frightened, she began to chop away

The forest cried and bled that night
The next day some did burn
To clear way for the crops and bounty
Though it had been there, all before

The forest apples, red and ripe
Sap so sweet and nourishing
But now it’s all long-gone
Full of potatoes and man-made poison

It’s not apples that are the poison
Nor is it the female soul
It’s the haze of hate, destruction
That now pollutes and rules our world

Capitalism
Materialism
Religion
Realpolitik

All replaced
The compass, grace
Nature bestowed
On us

Humanity.
Has indeed.
Lost her way.
Gone astray.

But intuition
Love and light
They can all
Bring us home

Blow away
The destructive haze
Clear our eyes
To see blue sky

GREAT FACE – By ElizaBeth Coira

But this is not
What draws me here
I only notice
After

Narcissism
Pulls me in
Amidst her leaves
Peers a great face

The way her branches seem to grow
Creates a tribute alter
For worship of this great face
Mind, spirit, soul

I wander closer wanting
Some great message from god
But eyes of the great face never open
At least not in the way I know

I step back to look and ponder
Then realize what I see
This great-big-beautiful-magnificent face
Is also a wound and scar

The loss of a great limb
Oh so many years ago
That’s healed and warped
Twisted under
The play and pleasure
Of sun and weather

It makes me think of my own scar
When I examine it, what do I see
For now I’m too afraid to look
Face what will peer out of me

The birds know
When to go
Who are we
To deny them

The trees grow
Know when to change
Are we as wise
To do the same

The vines climb
As the light shines
Is there something
In their wisdom

The earth turns
Heals, renews
Is some of this
Inside of you

A flower is lovely
At every stage
Of her glorious
Little life cycle

As she intends
Hopefully nurtured
For thriving far
Beyond mere survival

Her colors and textures
Shift with the seasons
Following light
By sun and moon too

Welcoming rain
And little bee whispers
Sending out seeds
Of Love on the breeze

Leaning and reaching
Growing toward good
High to the sky
Rooting in earth

Both needed sources
Of nourishment
Food

What do you choose
To feed and grow
You