Moving Objects



WE WRITE POEMS

http://wewritepoems.wordpress.com/2011/08/11/prompt-67-write-a-moving-poem/

asks us to consider 'being moved'.

MOVING OBJECTS

Face me with

Death,

Illness,

Destruction

Heartbreak

(All on the TV, of course)

And I remain unmoved.

Not one teardrop!

Not one soaking tissue!

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But if,

Suddenly,

The dog finds its way home,

The Mother is re-united with her baby,

The grouchy old man softens,

or

The rains come,

I am reduced to tears!

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On one occasion I saw,

On TV,

The Pope walking in some gardens,

With the Archbishop of Canterbury.

I am an Unbeliever,

But,

 Suddenly,

(And it is always sudden),

The weight of history,

The joy of reconciliation,

The very miracle of it

(At that time)

Pressed behind my eyes

And I was sobbing!

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I am moved by

Happiness

Far more than by

Sorrow.

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Maybe I am mad.

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GLIMPSE

I climb my stairs with niggling problems churning in my mind,

But something makes me look-up and then, suddenly, I find

My grubby, dusty little life is hardly worth a candle,

And all my tiny worries aren't too large for me to handle.

That view, that glimpse, will still be there, to remind me of the skies

That hover over humans and their troubles and their lies,

Their moods, their joys, their aggravations, and their hopes and fears,

Will all amount to nothing with the passing of the years.

It may be grey or rain-swept; it may be commonplace,

But my view of eternity always puts me in my place!

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