Quiet moments …
I wonder in quiet moments,
the pain that escapes my life,
what suffering souls must bear,
in the circumstances given.
I am saddened by the cruelty of souls,
the dismissal of life’s value,
and the pain imparted
for some accepted shade of reasoning.
Perhaps not evil, but misguided,
those lost in self-preservation, self-service
and to so wholly embody power
as a definitive success.
Why do souls fight for recognition,
is not the eloquence of life enough,
the potential of being, experience and joy
a panacea for all that seems imperfect?
Often humanity is base,
tied to primordial propensities,
and the potential of higher thought
hardly considered let alone pursued.
Happiness exists in sharing life,
in love and appreciation of what gifts we are given,
and striving for pennies
a weak and ineffectual substitute.
The soul is a myriad of purpose,
and experience is ours for learning,
but hatred, greed and violence,
has little place in a sentient mind,
a soul of awareness.