A pristine lake in stillness lies,

Bereft of wave and straying ripple,

Stilling the stillness of the skies,

Reflecting every celestial miracle.

A running river distorts every image,

By moving in feverish motion,

Never reflecting upon its visage,

The complete image of true devotion.

The perfection of divine design,

Reflected by man’s will,

Will remain unclear and undefined,

Until that soul is still.

The photo attached is of Papase’ea in Upolu, Western Samoa, taken in 2012.

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The Earth’s Possessed

The earth’s possessed, by hordes outnumbering Legion,

Summoned by man’s enterprises reverenced like religion.

We all bow before our industrial idols, and brew them, 

They swirl about and we breathe them, spew them.  

Demonic mists now rule the day, obscure the night,

The moon turns to blood; the stars lose their light.

We roll in our wages of sin, and yet we doubt,  

We’d rue the day the lights went out. 

I found this in my old poetry notebook from college. You gotta love college angst! “I am so upset about the environment, I am going to write a poem about it!” I wonder if college-me would be disappointed at what I am doing now or not…I had such starry-eyed hopes for my life then. From the apocalyptic nature of this poem, maybe college-me would be surprised that there is an earth left.