193. Fierce (Myshkin, 2021) · quatrains

What’s beautiful and good and true seems clear, For those with hearts to see, and fully here— Which I have rarely been, throughout my life… But now, the edge of presence is my knife To cut through bullshit ways and scared desire; My soul is peaceful, and my heart’s on fire. I see the gory problems but do not collapse What can we do? Reality needs maps. We need to chart the way from last to first, To hold the helm when seas are at their worst, To beg forgiveness from the ones we killed To steal their land—so it can now be healed. Come back to Earth! Come back to soul-to-soul! Community is lost, with cash the goal. Economies of growth destroy our home. Consumer roads all lead to burnt down Rome. The “strong” are weak. Their insides eat them up. Their heartless greed forgets to follow up And deal with tragedies it leaves behind. Whoever cleans those up—support will find. Let’s call a spade a spade. Our schools are shot. Their cruelty, which our own money bought, Destroys the light that shines in every child. Good worker bees are dull, and never wild. But we can heal these wounds from the divide. Unconquerable souls are deep inside. With love and insight, open to God’s grace, We gather here, to seed a better place.