I know that when Love was born, the Earth cooled;
The storms dispersed; The minerals softened;
The roiling seas stilled to a gentle roll.
There is a bleakness that anticipates
great events, as if nothing wants
to invest itself in the useless moments
before the transcendence.
And once more, we find our lives so empty:
What is it that we are waiting for?
Copyright 2011 by Michael Marsters.
All rights reserved.
Michael S Marsters 
And how will we know when it arrives?
Terrific poem Michael – it made me think
David
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Another pertinent question…
Thank you, David 🙂
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According to all that I read, the next natural disaster, famine or war. Just saying..
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True enough…
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beautifully written 🙂
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Much thanks 🙂
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lovely reading each day we wait for new happenings some bad and some good but one thing for certain they happen somewhere everyday xxjen
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I believe you are right…
Thank you for reading 🙂
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Whatever it is that the world is waiting for, it’s best to enjoy whatever life we have left to the full! A great and thought-provoking poem Michael. Thanks! xx
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And thank you for reading, Chloe 🙂
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Beautifully expressed. We often want something so deeply, or fear something so greatly, that we are left immobile at the prospect of what could happen. After the fact we look behind us and wonder how differently things might be if we had only found the courage to move or make a choice. Sadly, none of us seem to have learned from this, regardless of how often it happens.
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If only it were as simple as learning a lesson…this is one of the hardest parts of human nature to change, and as you said, the source of too much regret…
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