Beyond everything is sorrow
a huge wall of sorrow
that blankets life and living
enveloping it in a sheet of dust
breaking into dirt and throwing up every now and then
a scream is let out from the plants, nay, every grass
every tree weeps, every branch shakes
the birds have gone silent
leaving man to his means
that benefit none
not even him,
The earth shatters
convulsing within itself in painful spasms
crying out in whispers, in murmurs
‘a little love please
a little care please
I can give you more than you can hold’
‘but first’ cried the stone
relic of our past existences
son of mother earth
brother to man and life in spirit
‘learn to listen to the sky, the waters and the soil
learn to bow before you take
learn to know what to take and when
for all you, birds, animals and men
return to me’, the stone smiled gently
glimpses of life here and after played
songs rose from each sand
the trees nodded
the birds cooed
the sky roared.
Ps: when stones speak
2 responses to “Stones speak”
A long long time ago, as a student in high school Latin class, I heard a poetic half-line that has stayed with me all these years: “Sunt lacrimae rerum” (There are tears in things) –from Virgil’s Aeneid. Even without the conrext, those three simple words still get to me. Your poem elaborates on that theme so beautifully, so memorably. I hope you read this one to your own students. It will change their world in ways you can’t imagine. The first line alone will stir lots of thoughts, and maybe discussions.
In particular, I was changed by this line: “Learn to bow before you take”
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Your thoughts elevates these lines. Indebted. Someday soon I hope to be able to publish a book of poems…
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