The Poetry Marathon

What did the serpent whisper

that split the world asunder

in that distant, long-past time?

He chose his words carefully,

knowing that the future mayhem of this planet

depended on the words he spoke.

Clever, diabolical being —

He leaned close to the cave man’s ear

and said the words that would divide

humans throughout history:

“You’re better than them.”

It’s all true, you know.

Surely, at some level, you know.

Your God and my God

and all those “other” Gods

are One,

are different interpretations of the same divinity.

How startled we will be on that last explosive day

to see “Them” ascending right there beside “Us.”

All the divisions we’ve created will disappear like a child’s tears

when distracted by a different toy,

and the love we could have known throughout the eons of humankind

will blossom in the light of Truth,

and then, only then,

there will be Peace on Earth.

The sun shines still as brightly as when you were aware.

Though you do not seem to notice, its beauty still is there.

Though your mind is fogged with worries and your heart is dull today,

The trees are still the same as when they held you in their sway.

The mountains are as lofty as when you visited last year;

the little brooks still babble with confidence and cheer.

The grass still grows beneath you; the sod still sings it song.

All is waiting here to greet you; don’t let them wait too long.

Their joy in life is growing and helping others grow.

Their joy will help to heal you, their love will make it so.

I watched with rapt attention

and no little apprehension

as my newest Great Invention

(I should probably here mention

this was NEVER my intention)

threw the world into ascension

at the World Invention Convention.