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Today's poem last appeared on my general blog in February 2011; for the original post, see the archives for that blog (on the right hand side of any blog page.)
Even today, LGBT people are still referred to by the less discerning as 'freaks of nature'; the idea is, of course absurd. We are not only a common humanity, but not least because we are all Children of the Earth. It was feeling close to nature that saw m though the worst of my closet years from the age of fourteen until my thirties. (I am in my 70's now.) Besides, we are all born of a mother's womb, and what can be more natural than that, I ask you?
Regular readers will know that where religious-minded people like to think God is watching over us, I prefer to put my trust in Earth Mother,my chosen mentor.
Both points of view deserve respect, surely, since none of us can know for sure, whatever our native culture, religion, ethnicity or sexuality...besides age and politics, of course. Oh, but we are a diverse humanity, and rightly so, for are we not as nature intended, for goodness sake?
If only more people would agree to differ instead of fighting over who is right and who is wrong, the world would be a far happier and peaceful place!
Give peace a chance, yeah?
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THE GUARDIAN
Where snow is falling snow on snow,
and the world is a lonely place,
a woman in white shall softly go,
and were we to see her face,
we would know she comes for us
Where acid rain defies flowers to grow,
and the world is a lonely place,
a woman in tears shall softly go,
and were we to see her face,
we would know she comes for us
Where summer breezes gently blow.
and the world is a lonely place,
a woman in green shall softly go,
and were we to see her face,
we would know she comes for us
Where autumn makes a splendid show,
and the world is a lonely place,
a woman in gold shall softly go,
and were we to see her face,
we would know she comes for us
Once loved ones gone, we ask to know
why the world is a lonely place?
It’s a woman called Hope tells us so,
and were we to see her face,
we would know she comes for us
Look where she comes and see her face;
let this world be a less lonely place
Copyright R. N. Taber 1973; 2009
Note: This poem first appeared in Life's Simple Pleasures, Forward Press, 2011 and subsequently in my collection, Tracking the Torchbearer, Assembly Books, 2012.]
Today's poem last appeared on my general blog in February 2011; for the original post, see the archives for that blog (on the right hand side of any blog page.)
Even today, LGBT people are still referred to by the less discerning as 'freaks of nature'; the idea is, of course absurd. We are not only a common humanity, but not least because we are all Children of the Earth. It was feeling close to nature that saw m though the worst of my closet years from the age of fourteen until my thirties. (I am in my 70's now.) Besides, we are all born of a mother's womb, and what can be more natural than that, I ask you?
Regular readers will know that where religious-minded people like to think God is watching over us, I prefer to put my trust in Earth Mother,my chosen mentor.
Both points of view deserve respect, surely, since none of us can know for sure, whatever our native culture, religion, ethnicity or sexuality...besides age and politics, of course. Oh, but we are a diverse humanity, and rightly so, for are we not as nature intended, for goodness sake?
If only more people would agree to differ instead of fighting over who is right and who is wrong, the world would be a far happier and peaceful place!
Give peace a chance, yeah?
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THE GUARDIAN
Where snow is falling snow on snow,
and the world is a lonely place,
a woman in white shall softly go,
and were we to see her face,
we would know she comes for us
Where acid rain defies flowers to grow,
and the world is a lonely place,
a woman in tears shall softly go,
and were we to see her face,
we would know she comes for us
Where summer breezes gently blow.
and the world is a lonely place,
a woman in green shall softly go,
and were we to see her face,
we would know she comes for us
Where autumn makes a splendid show,
and the world is a lonely place,
a woman in gold shall softly go,
and were we to see her face,
we would know she comes for us
Once loved ones gone, we ask to know
why the world is a lonely place?
It’s a woman called Hope tells us so,
and were we to see her face,
we would know she comes for us
Look where she comes and see her face;
let this world be a less lonely place
Copyright R. N. Taber 1973; 2009
Note: This poem first appeared in Life's Simple Pleasures, Forward Press, 2011 and subsequently in my collection, Tracking the Torchbearer, Assembly Books, 2012.]
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