Compassion's Call
Once upon a time… I had a friend, who moved down another path, another way of being. It hurt muchly. We parted the ways, and no longer journeyed in similar, shared view, nor action.
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All Things Poetic, Artistic, Philosophical, Core [C.O.R.E], Spiritual Art, The Healing Journey, The Word Tree and WMGWhy seeketh joy when thou art full of sadness;
and seeketh peace when thou despises the ideal of bliss?
And how will ye knoweth when thou has reached happiness,
while thee chooses to sit on the throne alone — full of restlessness.
And the cheek of thee to speaketh to me of thine wonders of thy life,
and yet in turn speaketh so poorly of thine friend or wife.
Thou does ask me to depend on thee! Why should I bend to thine request?
As ye again turn from those defenceless or alone.
Thine contempt for all whom pass by your door,
leaves no room for hope amongst the shadowed poor.
I seek not your form of happiness,
for thou art but an illusion upon the shore of selfishness.
For t’was a time when we knew joy — in simple things;
playing, learning, growing tall with life so full.
And now you seek greater toys of delusion —
philosophies of exclusion.
Speak not my friend of harmony,
for thy words sting sharp in me.
I listen for thine heart I once knew,
know not now the one called you.
I watch your moves across the globe,
and wait for the time to disrobe.
I seek thine will in your words of impassioned style — empty vile,
and I too wonder when it is that thee shall see the folly in such selfish spiel.
Speaketh not my teacher of new found wondrous delight.
No, not to me this cold passionless night,
for I wait for Compassion’s call —
when we again fill our souls with the joy of innocent fair,
to be shared with all. So sleep well my friend adrift,
for thine actions and words I know not of thee.
I lay in wait for thy return;
I breathe in silence for thine enlightenment.
Empowerment comes to those that commit,
does not dwell long with hypocrites.
I abide in busy-nest, for I too seeketh the joy of life,
and wondrous bliss, I await in silent prayer,
and stay where compassion leads mine heart to bloom.
© DjA “Crowmanic”
Gregory John O...
Well written Crowmanic. I got a lot from that, and could project so many into it, myself included. Thanks, enjoyed
Crowmanic replied
Gregory, you ol’ bugga, really appreciate your feedback/comment. Glad it touched an accord with you … that means a lot to me, mate. Take care as all-ways, and sleep in peace-fullness.
Suzanne German
what a great poem! and how well you have described the twists, turns and separated paths of two peoples’ life journeys….i like this…a lot!
Crowmanic replied
Well, I’m honoured and Blessed … you have visited, read and endorsed. Coming from such a talented and skilful artist, I feel rather pleased, in my own strange and peculiar way. Thx, Suzanne, for time taken, and encouragement given.
Stephanie Reyn...
It is 3am almost, and I surfed upon this. It struck me strongly- my husband is military, and since 01, we have spent less than 60% of each year together since then. Married 18 years this Oct., we were so happy, close. Distance has robbed me of my love; I no longer feel the presence of the man I once knew, and I am helpless to find him. As I sit here, thinking, the minutes kept passing, I thought- perhaps it is me that has gone away? Gregory your name? Thank you for thinking : ) and writing, and making me think. This is a great piece full of emotion.
Crowmanic replied
Thanks Stephanie for such a complimentary and well-meaning comment feedback. Such is appreciated… it sounds as if its nearing the time to “move on” .... as for your “Gregory your name?” Gregory is the guy I was replying to above, it’s his name not mine. Is that what you meant, or were you asking my name? [shrug]
I trust you find the love-in’-peace you sound as if you’re yearning for.
Ushna Sardar