Around and around the blood flows warmly <br />through the veins. Beating heart sustains <br />the body and the body holds the soul. <br /> <br />We were discussing the ways and means <br />of uniting every breath. Recycling the <br />memories that permeate like daggers <br />through every shade of perspective. <br /> <br />We are one world, one people. <br /> <br />One voice of gladness and misery <br />jostling the ozone with our shared <br />journies that we are walking. <br /> <br />A faceless distance that together <br />we are hoping to avoid. We are one <br />beating mind seeking the <br />jumble of God. <br /> <br />Clear it up for us, Lord. <br />Teach us again how we <br />have fallen away from the <br />words of Your Son. <br /> <br />We are one world, one people. <br /> <br />One magic circle of completeness, <br />of open spaces crowded by <br />impersonal cities. Hands raised <br />in begging mode, eyes averted <br />to avoid the world we have made. <br /> <br />Find us, Lord. Bring us back to <br />those ideal scenes of the garden <br />you wanted us to share. <br /> <br />We burnt the trees and ate <br />the plants. Killed the animals <br />and one another. Jumped the fence <br />and played at creation. Endless <br />wasted seconds we cannot be <br />bothered to admit. <br /> <br />We are one world, one people. <br /> <br />A tribe with many languages, a <br />group of many heartaches. <br /> <br />Each hand reaching up is our own. <br />Each rip that we do a tear in <br />all of our gardens. <br /> <br />Individual family members <br />meeting only on social occasions. <br /> <br />Pretense and discipline two extremes <br />that we are all manufacturing. <br /> <br />We are one world, one people. <br /> <br />One hopeless mess of redundant underwear <br />covering the sexual organs of our illustrations.<br /><br />Chris G. Vaillancourt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/we-are-one-world-one-people/
