By Tony DeLorger © 2013
Who calls ignorance to attention,
when life teeters on the edge of oblivion,
and a gormless self-absorbed mind,
grins ignominiously at the inevitable.
Who bothers to nudge the distracted,
standing one step from a fall,
blind to self-abuse and awareness,
in the throws of a narrow life.
Who would peal apart the skin of this fruit,
tear away the coarse outer shell,
to realise the potential of gifts within,
the sweet, succulent nourishment abundant.
And who would sit patiently,
disaster after disaster,
awaiting a single glimpse of promise,
from a life barely standing.
Who indeed would bother with us,
our persistent arrogant mistakes amassed,
learning little from ourselves,
bar the repetitions of self-indulgence.
Yes, only we could do all this,
by our own hand,
our own conscience pleading redemption,
for all that makes us human.
Only we can change, by decision,
become aware, see our folly,
and restore the faith that life itself has in us,
before we destroy ourselves and everything around us.
We are in this alone; we can share, we can commiserate, but ultimately if we want our lives to change, it can only happen by our own hand.
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