The Trouble with the World

The trouble with the world is

A or Z

Black or White

Sharp or dull

Us or them.

Meanwhile,

In the shadows,

Suspicion murmers with

Suggestion,

Subtlety and nuance

Starve for air.

Mockingbirds and symphonies

Sound

One

Note.

Truth withers on the vine in

A lonely place,

Languishing in the sands,

Blanched in the heat.

Where the voice of God fades

In the captured territories

East of Eden.

But the entrance to the Light,

Bought with bloody coin,

Opens again the gate. – pbn

“But now ask the beasts, (says God)  and let them teach you;
And the birds of the heavens, and let them tell you.
“Or speak to the earth, and let it teach you;
And let the fish of the sea declare to you.
“Who among all these does not know
That the hand of the Lord has done this,
In whose hand is the life of every living thing,
And the breath of all mankind? (Job 12:7-10)