The Great Scheme of Things

The Great Scheme of Things

Words don't fail him but sometimes thoughts

Are suspended in his head like helium balloons

Full of ideas, hopes, wishes, prayers

They pop in out of the ethereal

Out of the indigo blue and with a certainty

That almost frightens.

The world speaks to him in quiet voices

Unknown tongues that are somehow familiar

Pleas rise up to his ears from the forests

The green grass calls his name

As though he were a friend

And the rivers pay respect.

This land he exists in, survives in, lives in

Is a precious commodity to his soul

Sometimes it's easy to forget

With all the clamoring chatter of technology

Just where you came from

Until clear reality slaps you in the face.

But in his dreams, he sees the new born mountains

Hears the eagle's cry and rushing waters

Feels the breath of morning wind

Wash his face as innocent

As his beloved baby boy

And he remembers what is real.

Education is a wonderful thing, he thinks

But what really matters

Is the freedom to think in the silence of peace

Turn off the world, turn off the phone, turn off the news

And bask in the wonder of a rainbow filled sky

To gather his family in the ark of his arms.

The world has come so far!

And has so far to go!

He wonders if he'll see it come to it's fruition

Whatever that may be.........

But in the meantime, there are plans to be made

Work to be done, bridges to build.

Friends to be met, songs to be sung

Poetry to be written and dreams to be dreamed

What really matters cannot be found within four walls

Inside a box of computer chips, cell phones, fibre optics

Virtual reality, nanotechnology, holograms and milligrams

In the great scheme of things, those things matter little.

He knows what matters

He sees it in his children's faces

The smile on the lips of his wife

The giggles, the fun, the yelp of the dog

The laughter that makes the sun

At the end of a rainy day.

Life is hard

But life

Can be beautiful

If you make it so

And he makes it so

He makes it so.

          

©By Voo

September 23, 07

For Professor Lance Strate

As promised.