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A Cry in the Wilderness

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A cry in the wilderness

shudders slowly beneath our skin,

whispering softly,

"All we want is peace..."

Men bear arms

against their brothers

while women hold their sisters,

weeping with woe ~

when will this cycle of raging cease?

We must open our hearts

to the sun's healing gaze

if we are ever to find Wisdom waiting,


lost within this fog

of folly & fury.

Truth leans

& learns its lessons well


as the wind scatters

sacred memories of silence

beyond the reach

of shadows' greedy grasp.

We wail

within these tides

of darkness,

 

praying

for these killing fields


to fill with blooms,

the lilting laughter

of lilies, instead...




Author notes

 

Art: "Lilies Soft Glow II" by Christine Elizabeth

Inspired by the contest "(Poetic) Prayers and/or Visions of Peace"
by Backporchphilosopher

Especially inspired by the entries by Thoreau47, CarolDesjarlais & born4freedom


Quotations used for inspiration:

And why take ye thought for raiment? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow; they toil not, neither do they spin: And yet I say unto you, That even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these.
Author: 
Bible
Source: Matthew (ch. VII, v. 28-29)

But who will watch my lilies, When their blossoms open white? By day the sun shall be sentry, And the moon and the stars by night!
Author: 
Bayard Taylor
Source: The Poets' Journal--The Garden of Roses (st. 14)

And lilies white, prepared to touch The whitest thought, nor soil it much, Of dreamer turned to lover.
Author: 
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Source: A Flower in a Letter

Very whitely still The lilies of our lives may reassure Their blossoms from their roots, accessible Alone to heavenly dews that drop not fewer; Growing straight out of man's reach, on the hill. God only, who made us rich, can make us poor.
Author: 
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Source: Sonnets from the Portuguese

I wish I were the lily's leaf To fade upon that bosom warm, Content to wither, pale and brief, The trophy of thy paler form.
Author: 
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Source: Sonnets from the Portuguese

And the stately lilies stand Fair in the silvery light, Like saintly vestals, pale in prayer; Their pure breath sanctifies the air, As its fragrance fills the night.
Author: 
Julia C.R. Dorr
Source: A Red Rose  






 

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  • Waiting

    We must open our hearts
    to the sun's healing gaze
    if we are ever to find Wisdom waiting,



    Wisdom is ubiquitous henceforward - ask and it shall be given thee ...

  • Sandi Alford gold member
    February 23
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    the Lily has forever been a perfect metaphor and symbol of peace and tranquility. You have mused exceptionally well using her grace within the elements. A truly uplifting piece, filled with wonderful aliteration and imagery, well done poet!

    Thank you for joining me on my path of illumination, best wishes

    blessings, Sandi


  • Danny Beatty silver member
    January 20

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    this is pure native spirit of today .. it is gentle yet hard as a fist, it is pure yet filled with longing and makes vollies across the net at all organized, planned chaos ... the true spirit of nature is peace, which is not the abscence of violence, but the presence of justice, yet only humans can bring tenderness to justice, and keep it justice, and that is what I think.

    you last stanza is beautiful ... i wish i had written it


  • CarolDesjarlais silver member
    January 19
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    Beautifully penned. I feel my Muse stirring!


  • tomisb
    January 12

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    The path of man is often against the grain of the heart and swirled with reason all to fallacious. You capture well the ache in the heart for the needlessly lost when bullets fly and cannons roar. You touch the heart of this beat up old Quaker.
    Thanks for the vision and the touch.
    Love, Tom B.

  • Eusebius
    January 12

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    This most certainly is a moving and twice potent piece of verse which could not have been written by anyone else but our Night Hope! Superb!

  • This speaks with a wisdom that only a person with a depth and understanding of the complexities of being human could articulate with such force and beauty


  • klassy lassy gold member
    January 11

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    "a cry in the wilderness" and it seems lillies are silent recepticals of our tears. If we could only see what they really represent -- as you write in this poem--which voices such emotion and a heartcry for the world.

    With the gift of life, would that we live it abundantly --not with clenched fists, where the heart always dies.

    Your talent increases powerfully to the breath of poignant Swanee sighs. It's a very special poem and I'm blessed that you share your heart, my friend. Much love, ~ Karen

  • MuddyKing silver member
    January 11

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    This is exactly why you were chosen for my tribute series, you always offer such grace and wisdom, while remaining yourself.
    Wanda you are one-of-a-kind and no one can emulate your heart

    That's what sets you apart
    That's why I will always love you so

    peace and hugs
    Muddy


    • Night Hope gold member
      January 11
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      Awww. You're gonna make me cry, Richard...& I rarely ever cry. Ok, weird humor time, 'fore I do. re: "while remaining yourself" ~ I always tell people that I gotta be me...no one else applied for the job. Too labor~intensive. "I am you & you are me & we are all together..." At least, in spirit, we are, my darlin' Scarecrow. Muddy...I've gotta send you an email now. I'm goin' offline for awhile after I do. Need to rest myself & my 'puter a bit. AOL is misbehavin' again. I love you, too, my dear, dear Friend. Always have, always will. As the song by BS&T went..."I love you more today than yesterday, but not as much as tomorrow..." Truth.


  • Night Hope gold member
    January 11
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    < Wise Words from Such a Scribe Among Men...

    Please forgive me, Richard...I'm going to copy & paste my replies to CarolK & Sonja, & add to it to answer your (additional) remarks, as I am already weary of being online (I awoke with yet another migraine...or the same one; it's hard to tell sometimes). These are my responses to CarolK & Sonja; my reply to you will follow it.

    (CarolK)

    "Yes, I'm aware that women bear weapons, too...so do boys & girls these days, knowing or unknowing. I was thinking of bygone years, before women were eligible for the armed forces (here), even though we have long fought our own battles, protecting the ones we love, (even at the cost of their own lives). I also thought of those women who went to work during WWII, sacrificing much & keeping our country going, even building our aircraft while the men (& boys) were at war...& those very same women were there to hold & comfort each other when one received the dreaded message saying their beloved one(s) would never come home again. I'm quite sure it even goes back to the caveman period...if their man (hunter/gatherer) was attacked, I would imagine the woman would aid him in whatever manner she could, knowing she would be left to her own devices, or to those of the attacker. Just as though humanity has thought the world would end since the first caveman saw the first meteor, we have long struggled against the notions of war solving anything, being any sort of solution to adversity between two cultures...but WHEN WILL WE EVER LEARN??? How many centuries, millennia, eons, will it finally take??? The powers that be HAVE TO gather together the Wise Ones instead of the greedy ones, bring in the scientific & spiritual among us, the creative~minded rather than those who would destroy the little we have left to sustain us all. The gardeners...the harvesters...not the ones who decimate the fields & leave them fallow, for the drought to come, leaving only dust behind...Thank you for your inspiration, my Friend."

    (Sonja)

    I agree, Sonja...& there are those who would just as soon shoot you for it, too. I learned years ago not to discuss religion or politics with anyone. Just as an example, you could have two Democrats & two Baptists in the same room together & they would STILL find something to argue about...& they would BOTH insist THEY were right. Man's folly is fighting within himself. There's an old saying that what we do not like about others is the very thing we fear within ourselves. There is a lot of truth to that, I think. We all have duality in our natures, like it or not. There is duality in ALL things. Light & dark, good & bad, day & night...it is essential for one that the other exists. Yes, we ARE all born naked. My late beloved used to say, "A shroud has no pockets." Nor does it have room for material things, such as money or weapons. We should be more concerned with prospering at a spiritual level, than at a material, physical one.
    Thank you for your wise words, my Friend.



    Richard...

    Scribe, you are wise in your words, thoughtful in your every reply to my writing. You may not realize just how gratifying, how satisfying, how humbling it is to hear your views upon my work (which is why I copy them to my email, knowing you'll just delete them all eventually).

    I have long believed that it would (have to) be the poets, the artists, the creators of the world that would (eventually, hopefully) be its saving grace. Everyone else has failed in their feeble, ineffectual attempts, or been overwhelmed by the very powers that have poured their poisons into our waters, our food chain, our very souls.

    Poetry has largely been dismissed for a very long time anyway, as you well know. I had lost hope for any resurgence, until "slam poetry" started becoming popular. While I don't care for that particular venue myself, at least the word "poetry" didn't fade into oblivion, becoming an obsolete, archaic word, lost in an old dictionary somewhere. Perhaps, with more & more talent coming out of their darkened rooms & raising their voices in song, poetry will (once more) be elevated to the position it should have always had ~ one of reverence & respect, one of admiration ~ one children will aspire to, rather than dread. For instance, one reason I have long spoken of Emily Dickinson is because, in school, the only poems we ever read of hers were dreary & depressing ~ the ones about Death. Ohhh, she is so much more than that!!! In my 9th grade English class (which is "where poetry found me", as Neruda wrote), we read "Romeo & Juliet". (I still remember the entire balcony scene, verbatim, even though I can barely quote any poems of my own ~ I suppose because I've written so many). After class one day, I asked my teacher if we would be reading Elizabeth Barrett Browning's works. He looked a bit shocked, then said he thought we were a little too young for that. When I was about 19, I called him to tell him what a huge difference he'd made in my life (showing me the path I was destined to take) & what I'd done with my writing up until that point (poems in the college literary magazine, editing the same & working on the college newspaper, as well). He was so thrilled. I reminded him about asking about EBB. I told him this: "Sooo...we weren't too young to read about family feuds, battles, deceptions, poisoning, stabbings, teenage suicides...but we WERE too young to read about ROMANCE???" He paused & laughed, too, saying, "Ya know, I never thought about it like that. I was just teaching the curriculum I was given." Welllllll...not quite. He was also playing music in class (to demonstrate lyrical writing ~ how poetry & music could be woven together), which I am quite sure was NOT approved by the board, considering he was playing The Beatles, Bob Dylan ("Subterranean Homesick Blues", no less), Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young ("Helplessly Hoping", which is where I learned to love alliteration), as well as other musicians that were more~than frowned upon by the adults. (Bear in mind, this was 1973 & the '60's didn't even begin to hit Kansas until the 70's...SERIOUSLY.) His name was Mr. Kuhlman. VERY cool, I'd say. Anyway...as usual (lately), I digress...

    I suppose it could have been worse for us writers, Richard. We could have been born in the Middle Ages, going from village to village, reading our verse for a "crust of bread and such", to quote Lady Day herself...another dear Soul who suffered (greatly) for the sake of her art. As for obscurity...being a writer requires being solitary, even reclusive to a large extent. It is difficult to become known when we are locked behind our doors, scribbling furiously, long into the night, until dawn breaks. STILL...you would think that Humanity would realize that something is missing from their lives...as I think is beginning to happen, at least in some circles. People are starting to turn inwards, seeking spiritual sources of comfort, knowing now that their material gains are meaningless & have NOT brought them the peace & security they perhaps thought they would...they are trying to find that "missing link" in their lives. So...no matter how bad things may seem, I shall never let go of Hope. I did once, at a horrid time in my life...& it took an incredible effort on my part to get it back. Once I did, I swore I would never let it go again...for without it, what is Life? It is merely survival, or existence. Without Hope, what would we have become?

    I once told Don that everytime I planted a flower, someone would throw a brick at it (talk about overkill!) However, that will never, ever stop me from planting seeds, wherever I go, whenever I can...whether I live to see the blooms or the trees rise to touch the sky or not, I know they will...just as I know there will be some gentle Soul come behind me, to nuture them & to gather the new seeds to scatter, as well.

    As always, thank you, my dear Friend. You touch deep chords within me, Richard...you always have, but even more so of late. I've been thinking so much about things these last few months...the past, present & future. We all have gifts to share. We should share them. There should never be "givers" & "takers" ~ that causes an imbalance, where one will always be full & one will always be empty...
    I know this from experience. I have had to stop to refuel too many times. I will not become empty again. I cannot allow it. I have too much left to do & we do not have Time to squander...
    Time has us...& it is indifferent to our wants, needs & desires.

    Take care of you, O Wise One. We need more & more like you to complete the circle...& my words are all I have to offer. May they sustain someone when they need it & never cause any harm ~ only reflection & redemption from sorrows.

    Pheww. I'm whupped already & I just got here. Will rest & come back when I can, but I have work to edit for a friend, as well, so it may be later on this evening or tomorrow. I have business to attend to first thing tomorrow, as well...in order to provide sustenance for my own future. I know you understand.


  • penchanted gold member
    January 11

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    Stunning

    I read this and I am amazed.. and I can only hope that someday I will be able to write as well. I loved this part, (but really all of it)
    "We must open our hearts
    to the sun's healing gaze
    if we are ever to find Wisdom waiting,

    lost within this fog
    of folly & fury.


    Beautiful write from one of my favorite writers!!


  • Rovingone gold member
    January 11

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    That's the same sad question so many poets have asked for so very long, stated in your always perfect clarity. Isn't it a sad thing that the one who refers to itself as the most intelligent, the thinking animal can not over come it's desire to kill itself and all that it encounters. I love the quotes you gave. All of them are favorites of mine. Anyone who uses the sermons of Jesus and Elizabeth Barret Browning for guiidance has got to have it all together. Bravo!


  • NurseChilly gold member
    January 11

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  • marc creamore
    January 11
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    Amen, sister poet, Amen . . .

    Marc


  • Rowan gold member
    January 11

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    I love all the links and references you provide, it goes to show why your poetry goes beyond mere words. The beautiful work you put into each thought, each line... stunning.


  • kaibab silver member
    January 11

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    I begin with me...writing the heart of Nature's truth...gathering leaves, until that day when eyes would rather read poetry than watch the lastest news of war and greed...it is about perception, and what we choose to become important...lovely reminder scribe of bluer dreams to flower


  • born4freedom
    January 11
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    Excellent!

    This is excellent, Wanda! Today, many women bear arms as well, having been brain-washed by the system to believe that war is a solution to something, which of course it never is.

    In any case, this poem carries a much-needed message, and it needs to be heard loudly and clearly. The Poets cannot and will not be silenced, even if banned from certain venues lest we provoke thought among some, eh?

    Let the killing fields fill with blooms and let people lose their greed and understand their Oneness.

    Carol


    • Night Hope gold member
      January 11
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      Thank You, Carol K...


      Yes, I'm aware that women bear weapons, too...so do boys & girls these days, knowing or unknowing. I was thinking of bygone years, before women were eligible for the armed forces (here), even though we have long fought our own battles, protecting the ones we love, (even at the cost of their own lives). I also thought of those women who went to work during WWII, sacrificing much & keeping our country going, even building our aircraft while the men (& boys) were at war...& those very same women were there to hold & comfort each other when one received the dreaded message saying their beloved one(s) would never come home again. I'm quite sure it even goes back to the caveman period...if their man (hunter/gatherer) was attacked, I would imagine the woman would aid him in whatever manner she could, knowing she would be left to her own devices, or to those of the attacker. Just as though humanity has thought the world would end since the first caveman saw the first meteor, we have long struggled against the notions of war solving anything, being any sort of solution to adversity between two cultures...but WHEN WILL WE EVER LEARN??? How many centuries, millennia, eons, will it finally take??? The powers that be HAVE TO gather together the Wise Ones instead of the greedy ones, bring in the scientific & spiritual among us, the creative~minded rather than those who would destroy the little we have left to sustain us all. The gardeners...the harvesters...not the ones who decimate the fields & leave them fallow, for the drought to come, leaving only dust behind...Thank you for your inspiration, my Friend.


      • born4freedom
        January 11

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        Oh, yes

        Oh, yes, the children too, learning to kill at such an early age and then doing so at school and in malls. And it is a gathering of the Wise ones that is needed, as we know where the greedy have led us. As the song says, "Where have all the flowers gone...when will they ever learn?"

        Carol
  • beautiful

    this definitely is a winner! lovely poignant moving write poet...thank you for your voice for peace


    • Night Hope gold member
      January 11
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      Thank you for your kind words, Backporchphilosopher. I'm pleased you appreciated my small contribution to the choir. Thank you for hosting such a needed venue where we can contribute to the harmony of our world. Wanda

  • Sonja silver member
    January 11

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    I agree, this is another game (and another gem) of your poetry. It is much more behind this words than one could see at the first glance. When you say:
    "All we want is peace..."
    it's so clear that most of people do, but it looks that always there is or there are somebody who do not think the same way. Cultural heritage and religions are mostly the man's worst enemy. Now, somebody probably would slap me for this statement. I would like to add something, its not my own words but I would like to use them wisely - We are all born naked.
    ~Sonja~


    • Night Hope gold member
      January 11
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      I agree, Sonja...& there are those who would just as soon shoot you for it, too. I learned years ago not to discuss religion or politics with anyone. Just as an example, you could have two Democrats & two Baptists in the same room together & they would STILL find something to argue about...& they would BOTH insist THEY were right. Man's folly is fighting within himself. There's an old saying that what we do not like about others is the very thing we fear within ourselves. There is a lot of truth to that, I think. We all have duality in our natures, like it or not. There is duality in ALL things. Light & dark, good & bad, day & night...it is essential for one that the other exists. Yes, we ARE all born naked. My late beloved used to say, "A shroud has no pockets." Nor does it have room for material things, such as money or weapons. We should be more concerned with prospering at a spiritual level, than at a material, physical one.
      Thank you for your wise words, my Friend.

  • catz Moderators member
    January 11

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    This is beautiful and carries such a meaningful message within its lines. Your hopes and prayers for peace are shared by millions even if they're not expressed as eloquently as in your poem.

    I especially love this stanza:

    "as the wind scatters
    sacred memories of silence
    beyond the reach
    of shadows' greedy grasp."

    You are indeed an amazing writer, one whose heart and soul is felt in each piece


    Dee

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