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The world needs righting.
It has strayed from it’s course.
Who knows where it will end.
Who will save us from this,
from our selves mostly.
The answer roars loud as thunder,
lightning like signs illuminate sky.
But we don’t see,
don’t hear.
Will our children see,
tell us?
‘Mummy,
can’t you see,
can’t you hear?
So bright it hurts my eyes,
so loud my ears ring.
Look,
look there, it is.’
‘Where child, where?
Am I so dulled I need borrow a child’s ears?
My eyes so addled I cannot perceive.
Tell me child,
tell me.
Show me.’
‘Mummy, reach out your hand – touch,
if you can’t see.
There is nothing child,
Nothing.
I knew your world once, but now I dwell in a different place.
Stay child, stay.
Your world is better by far.
About 12457adlib
I'm a Chaplain at Townsville's hospitals and also teach Calm Abiding Meditation to any one who's interested.
I have facilitated Calm Abiding Meditation for soldiers with post traumatic stress disorder and find this an amazing experience.
I work part time as an usher at Townsville's Civic Theatre and get to see some great plays and musicals, as well as some not so great, school speech nights!
(Unbelievably, this theatre has the highest seat occupancy rate of any theatre in Australia.)
I also work as an invigilator at the local Uni. (bet that's got you looking for your dictionaries!)
A group of writers ('My Crazy Artist Friends') gives me live fed back on my poems.
They are the survivors of Writers in Townsville Society (WITS) of which I was president /secretary for over ten years.
I enjoy writing poetry and am grateful to my grade 12 English teacher, Mrs Grimmer for coaxing the dead poets off the page and into the class room.
Hope you enjoy reading my work.
Stay happy, keep reading,
Phil Heang.
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