Now is the time
to repair
driven
to think of that misty
night
of a no-mesh-tear
Now is the time to repair
the
slate-buried-hope
under
the empty-room of
longing
waiting with a bent
key
to become one of all
Now is the time
to repair
battered-broken
promises
of
long-ago ones
and followers crying out
with righteous passion
ringing
the cracked bell
for
freedom, justice
and
the elusive-exclusive
pursuit
of happiness
Now is the time
to tenderly repair
the
ripped flesh of
this nation's intention and integrity
to
match positive action
With
pluralistic voices
clear as any celestial choir
ringing healing through cracks,
shining light through fabric-fissures,
smashing stonewalls to dust
Now
is
the time
of
repair
consigning
hatred
to
the misty ambiguity
of evaporated
memory
Now
let jagged fragments flow and
meet in a
more perfect union
for all
Key words--"all" and "now"--always wishing the best for a dear neighbour. :)
ReplyDeleteAmen, sister! And thanks for this piece... it is a strong rallying cry with soul, Pearl.
ReplyDeleteNo time like the present!
ReplyDeleteOh, how wonderful it is to seize the now and really use the time wisely. Loved this!
ReplyDeleteThe repetition of "now is the time to repair" drives your message home with power and grace.
ReplyDeleteA Wee Whirl
This is so beautiful... It's very real. I hate hate. I wish all people would start fixing themselves and the world around and help each other... I wish they'd start NOW
ReplyDeleteBrilliantly composed - and now is the time. Let us all speak in one voice.
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
Really good piece, we need a major overhaul right about now
ReplyDeleteA fabulous poem with a message I wish everyone could read and take to heart. I love the photo of the Baby Buddha up top!! Healing powers indeed - none more powerful.
ReplyDeletePowerful and inspiring poem!
ReplyDeleteNow is definitely the time for all you have stated in this beautiful piece.
ReplyDeleteAmen!! Agree with MMT, you used repetition to excellent effect!
ReplyDeleteHow wonderful and strong this is Pearl. And I love how the baby's arms are out almost in an attitude of benediction...so cute
ReplyDeletehttp://thepoet-tree-house.blogspot.ca/2013/07/on-one-not-of-my-blood.html
THere is a phrase, "repairers of the breach," and this poem sums it up. The repeated NOW is at first a reminder, and at the end, almost a command, and I loved that aspect. The two images are wonderful, too. Thanks, Pearl Girl, Amy
ReplyDeleteEnjoyed reading.
ReplyDeleteGood thoughts
ReplyDeleteI think this prompt was made for you, Pearl!
ReplyDeleteinspirational piece
ReplyDeleterepair is a well used word