Give Life as Soul; All One, Thus, Be

              By  L. S. Heatherly

I.

Cast to lands, though, far from thee!

Cast one breath; then all are free!

Into the heart evolved for thee! 

Common soul of humanity!

Into Earth-life emerged with thee! 

Cast soul into human cradle
Eight million strong-- Earth-life labeled!

Cast not into dead Lifelessness!

Be found! With soul, alive with bliss!

II.

Cast alms to poor? Feigned grace we see!

Cast soul to soul: soul-alms set free!

Give life and soul! All one, thus, be!

Sow soul as alms; reap humanity!

Wealth is power, and rules through this:

Parent and child shall have less bliss!

III.

What doth happen; it's plain to see

When, not oft', mind's and heart's refrain 

Meet-up, on Life's seldom used, sweet lane!

Oh, suddenly, our soul slips in!

Mind and heart's-- friend of old,

And bearer of Life's only gold!

Our world transforms, so pure and clean!

Our hearts hold seeds for Child's soul-light,

Wells-up and out-- our Human Spring!

Wakes, now, heart's lone, cold night!

When babe and mother-eyes meet free;

And child finds home on father's knee.

IV.

That parent and child shall have less bliss:

All wealthy men take vows to this!

Cast soul as alms; and free thus be!
Give life as soul; all one, thus, be!

Copyright 2016  L.S. Heatherly

The Highest Love of Any God

                   By  L.S. Heatherly

I. Prologue: Selfishness Vs. Love --Brotherhood-Family-Community Love

Send Heart's Word forth to every nation:
There is no Heaven awaiting
The murderers of children--
God's sweetest, highest creation!

For, the highest love of any God
Is the Love of innocent children!

Children have been the most treasured members of humanity (and of
Social mammals), forever.  Will our actions of love for our children
Rise up! Into a declared war on the terrorisms that are killing our children!

In the West run by billionaires of global, hi-tech plutocracies/kleptocracies,
A handful of hateful, deprived hearts, here and there,
Can decrease the co-operation, compassion,
And practice of human goodness, family, and community, everywhere.


II. Children as the Source of Human Love

The essence of childhood
Is the Safeness of the Child's Loves

If millions of global, young people
Were organized to compose  Thankfulness lists,

Even, merely, short lists,
Of the cherishings
They are thankful for;

If these lists were messaged into ISIS areas,
And, via media, to home-grown terrorists everywhere--

Serving notice--
From airplanes high over
ISIS villages and cities--
That Global Children are
United against all terrorism.

The bulk of these lists would mention/refer to
Parents, siblings, family, friends-- held as child-birthrights!
Freedoms to grow, live, work, play and love together--

Midst peaceful homes, schools, streets, playgrounds;
Midst clear and free fields,
Of all kind and color of
Earth's innate human being, heart and spirit!

Thereafter, the driving selfishness
Of ego-centered individuals,
Grown as a cancer in the heart of ISIS belief,

Would suffer the irreversible blows
Of wide brotherhood, compassion and love,
Carried, since primordial, human beginnings,

As love flowing into our children
And flowing out from our children,

As the blossomings within human adulthood,
Into the fruitings of community,
Human goodwill, commonality and trade..

And, as well, sustaining our Humanity upon
This ancient, living Earth, jeweled with
The growth of manifold forms of Love.


Copyright 2015  L.S. Heatherly

The Road Retaken

                    By L.S. Heatherly


How long this trace of road has wandered,
Dying, now, from lack of human reasons,
From sieges of growth, burrowings and seasons,
Is what the human mind first ponders.

And what became of the dream abandoned,
That rebelled, and took this path to somewhere,
Hoping for no trace of someone else having been,
For chance at grasping deeper self now here remanded?

And how long this dreamer's dream:
The resprouting of a life and soul?
How much of one being's lost ground retaken?
Is what the heart would have the mind could know.



from CH XI, Think Verse, Soul Lines, Ecopoetry
in THE LAST HUMAN SPRING
Copyright 2002 and 2009 L.S. Heatherly

Soul Songs: Humanity Retaken

Taking root, a song again long-stirs,
Freeing up souls of songsters;

Patient is the waiting spirit's hold
On universal, human heart and soul:

These songs, by nature's knowing of what's just,
Sprout from shared humanity deep within us.

Soul songs, deeper than personality, ego, career;
Wider than ethnocentricity and all fetters
Of nations, industries and language- letters.

Listen! Beyond the many ways love hardens,
Songwriters seed soul songs
Outside the annual, commercial song-gardens!

Sprouting sounds from heart's perennial ground,
Ringing out the universal, song-garden,
Singing shared humanity, unbound.

In the end, alone, one call is there:
To share or not to share,
To sing the soul
Or enter-tain a show,
To free or not to free--
To be or not to be.



Copyright L.S. Heatherly 2013

Mother Nature Shows Up to Vote

A Deeper Calling, a Truer Vision:                    (photo: Rueters)                             
  
A Vote for Caring over Division


Mother Nature humbles through her hits,
Finds humanity above politics.

Brings together those we have chosen
To reassess to whom we are beholden

Wraps every human heart and soul
Around events of human pain she must unfold.

Mothers do affirm: we are better than
Our worldly thoughts, our party-partisans.

Higher, and deeper, than the civil world,
One heart and soul unfolds and unfurls,

Across one same Earth, shared home upon;
Born from marriage-joy of Earth with Sun.


Copyright 2012 L.S. Heatherly

Literature as Epitaph for Humanity

Literature seeps, reaches our immortal,
species' Seed-sprouts; tapping our primordial.

Voice shuns Desire's cold, written speech--
Words painting bright, our species waning bleak;

Voice tastes not, the news'  conversations:
Tonque licks, the olds'  tribe-relations.

Soul sighs! Timed-strewn, voice-pearls form.
Through mind-heart will, our species reborn

Human being's scrawled, Earth-speech?  
Epitaph for Soul, long breached.



2012 All rights reserved

Stopping by Woods on a Showy Descending

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For Earth (her Life's days, eons, Her peoples),
and for Robert Frost, U.S. Poet, 1874-1963:

from Frost's watching "woods fill up with snow" and his personal
"promises to keep" to Our watching Earth and Humanity fill up
with technological polution; and our going-scarce promises of "Earth's 
human soul to keep."
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Prologue:

We saw Her, thru artificial eye,
As scope, screen and lense, told not the why.
We failed to pull Her pure Life near,
And hold Earth-human systems dear.

I.
Whose truths these were, we barely know;
Their home: old, organic village though.

They and Earth, divine us stopping here
To mourn their truths, now, buried low.

II.
Our mortgaged hearts sense love is near,
Stopping here to quell our fear:
To foil ego's desire and greed,
Should soul aspire an Earth so dear.

III.
These truths give shackled hearts a break,
Calm civil mind's deep Human-quake.
The only other move's the creep
Of Human Nature's rape, History's true mistake.

IV.
High-tech arts are charming, dark and deep.
But we've Earth's human soul to keep,
Truths to regrow, 'fore we humans sleep.
Truths to regrow, 'fore we humans sleep.

Epilogue:
Stopping by Earth's life descending,
Her powers, she will be defending--
Our coldness to Life, rescending.

L.S. Heatherly 2010-2013 All rights reserved

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