(If the “I Want a Poem” form fails to work for you and you want to reach me, send an email to tarzanajoe@hotmail.com Meanwhile, here is the poem of the week for 10/1/2021.)
I make no claim to higher calling
If I’m not fallen; well, I’m falling
But here’s a fact and you all know it’s
Prophets way back when were poets
Old Moses said we all should be one
You know a prophet when you see one
And with so much that needs decrying
I feel the need for prophesying
Here’s a point those prophets stressed
No country was like this one blessed
For with great faith, our leaders led
Important, as de Tocqueville said
Now leaders claim to be devout
While throwing all the doctrine out
And willingly so many followed
Eagerly that nonsense swallowed
Abandoning each holy book
Those leaders let us off the hook
So given all our good and treasure
We gave up grace and turned to pleasure
Then suddenly the pleasure stopped
And out from us the bottom dropped
In times like these I find it odd
That few have said, let’s turn to God
Instead, as this pandemic lurches
They locked the doors and closed the churches
And we, as this drags year to year
Have locked ourselves inside our fear
Now I can say without a doubt
From this there’s only one way out
Reflect, and when your grief is grieved
Return to what you once believed
For in the very darkest hour
Trust there is a higher power
And let that trust renew your heart
It’s not a lot…but it’s a start.
