To Rescue Them  All

 

     I’m a little cold tonight darling,

Perhaps too cold for whiskey and ice,

Maybe a beer though,

Chilled with a frost – just,

To keep me sane!

 

     Would you look

At the magic,

Can you see the larger

Than life personalities

Here in the garden?

     It’s not dark my love,

Not dark at all within

Their majesty of light,

Look at them shine,

See how incredible

They inspire the dull

Thoughts of apocalyptic

Tendencies to – instead,

Become alive to the passion

     Of living!

 

     My how we search,

My how we like to think

We know God,

And just when you believe,

When you’re fully committed

To the idea - he’s dead;-

     We’re awakened again

To the Heavens and –

It’s no wonder in Manchester

They’re looking down to

The ground,

     It’s no wonder at all

When their vision’s disturbed

From looking skywards at night,

     The pollution

Of dimly lit cavities

Of existence taking away

From their world;-

The magic that is the Stars!

     They don’t have much,

Their very belief not only tested

But,

     A jest!

 

     What chance do their

Children have to see

The Great Bear, Orion,

Aquarius and Pegasus,

     How will they follow

The Northern Star home??

How will parents - teach

Their youngest offspring

That the magic they seek be

Overhead all along,

When the Ghetto Bird

Makes criminals of all?

 

     I am not so cold

My love,

For I feel the warmth

From the Stars as I’m pushing

For Summer to come,

     And as the last vestiges of

Winter tease my bones,

Cause the shivers – reminiscent

Of the city built without love,

I know this coming year

I’ll take a few,

Snatch if must by force –

A few bairns from the dwellings

Of hate,

     Bring them here

Upon the cusp of The Dales

And let them bask

Till the Dawn in the

Glory of Space;-

     For each and every

Cherub dying inside

For the purgatory

The city imbues upon

Their very existence;

     There be a billion

Stars they can call their own,

And if I had my way my love,

I would take them to

Every one,

     Take them to every

One made in their name,

Let them pick the best

The heavens have to offer,

     And for all the peace

The city now denies,

They’d make their Star

The all that has been missing

From their growing years,

     And as now my tears fall

In sadness; each drop

Of saltwater would become

The rivers flowing an infinite

Abundance of joy,

Where each World

We see upon the night,

Would become the Home

They never had,

The home where life;-

Be love.

 

Michael J Waite 7th April 2015.