Wednesday 22 February 2012

Shall

Walking towards a lunch favourite is always a humbling experience, as the journey entails walking pass the floor space of a man who calls it home. Boxes, blankets, rags, dirty clothes, and that little metal canister in his possession, he sleeps in seemingly peaceful slumber. But oh, the content of his heart, one must wonder. Shall we turn aside, shall we walk away…
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Shall spring dawn
And autumn thereafter,
Without blooming their colours?

Shall the sun shine,
And rain fall,
Without embracing its nature?

Shall one cry
And another despair,
To live on without a prayer?

Shall he in need
And she who bleeds,
Go down without a deed?

Shall one hunger
And one long,
To find not?

Oh, shall we turn aside,
Shall we walk away.

6 comments:

  1. What a thoughtful poem. Thank you for that this morning.

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  2. @Diana: I'm humbled by your visit, Diana. Always a pleasure reading your work. Hope to hear from you more.

    @Twinkling Thoughts: Thank you, appreciate you dropping by (=

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  3. This is the mystery in a human soul!

    Why, it seems, there are inquisitive spirits and others wrapped in an apathetic mist?

    Are they so different? Or the same power plant moves both, only it is hidden in some of us?

    Interesting subject!

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  4. Tony, indeed. We are all so similarly human, yet somehow can remain so indifferent. You are right in using the word mystery. Funny how earthly factors can drive us to such diverse paths. If we don't make conscious choices in life, we'll have no life at all.

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