The World Turns
The flowers don’t know
The birds haven’t heard
The children have no world
to compare this one to
Heaven on earth?
Hell too
Who has cast this reality?
Who has solved the sum
of everything?
Who cuts off their nose
to spite their face
when our world ends or mends
by the choices we make?
Some say its flat
Some hold the match
They turn their back
or the other cheek
We all fall with them
on their way down
The innocent and the guilty
Flowers, birds and bees
By sun and seed
will we turn a new leaf?
Can we hold the lost place?
Stand up for the least?
Turn over a stone
and set the record straight
Let the grace of life flourish
Let the world turn in peace
_________Colleen Redman / Poets and Storytellers United /
April 4th, 2025 12:39 am
Well writtten Many relevant questions Will we ever get a satisfying answer
April 4th, 2025 6:56 am
If only!
Your questions, unfortunately, are unanswerable. (Perhaps we are foolish to expect anything to make sense.)
April 4th, 2025 9:05 am
It is baffling how self-defeating and susceptible to lies humankind can be. You expressed it well. These faulty links can destroy even the strongest web, and there are several in this world.
April 4th, 2025 10:24 am
I often have to stop and ask myself similar questions in these difficult times we live in. Your poem expresses well this angst and search for truth and love in a time of lies and hate.
April 4th, 2025 10:13 pm
“Let the world turn in peace” – it seems such a simple request. Why do we struggle with it?
April 7th, 2025 7:47 pm
I only wish I knew how to make people see that in choosing destruction for others, they have chosen it for themselves.