Uncertain Times!

"WHY SPEAK OF HATE, WHEN I BLEED FOR LOVE?" 

YOU DON'T HAVE TO BE GOOD, 

YOU DON'T HAVE TO WALK ON YOUR KNEES, 

FOR A HUNDRED MILES THROUGH THE DESERT REPENTING, 

YOU ONLY HAVE TO LET THE SOFT ANIMAL OF YOUR BODY: 

LOVE WHAT IT LOVES, 

TELL ME ABOUT DESPAIR, 

YOURS, AND I WILL TELL YOU MINES. 

MEANWHILE THE WORLD GOES ON, 

MEANWHILE THE SUN AND THE CLEAR PEBBLES OF THE RAIN, 

ARE MOVING ACROSS LANDSCAPES, 

OVER THE PRAIRIES AND DEEP TREES, 

THE MOUNTAINS AND THE RIVERS. 

MEANWHILE THE WILD GEESE, 

HIGH IN THE CLEAN BLUE AIR AND HEADING HOME AGAIN. 

WHOEVER YOU ARE NO MATTER HOW LONELY, 

THE WORLD OFFERS ITSELF TO YOUR IMAGINATIONS. 

CALLS TO YOU THE WILD GEESE, HARSH AND EXCITING_ 

OVER AND OVER ANNOUNCING YOUR PLACE, 

IN THE FAMILY OF THINGS. 

"WHY SPEAK OF HATE, WHEN I BLEED FOR LOVE?" 

                                                                                                                            _YAITSMEBIBEK