YOU SAW ME
I rest in the arms of all memories we share,
Of laughter, joy and tears at times.
They bound us from childhood with trust;
With the knowledge of care.
“ You saw me “. This beautiful, written note
to his loved great grandfather when he passed,
from a young grandson who grieved.
Grieved his hero and friend.
Can it ever be greater than that,
To love and see deeply the soul inside.
c/ miriam ivarson
Why cries my inner self,
so much cruelty and hate.
We were given a paradise,
Now look, look what man has done.
Grief and confusion fill my heart
as I see the world with so much
anger, hate and greed.
Many centuries man have been killing each other
In the name of God, Allah and Greed.
War and murder in the most horrendous ways;
Enslavement created profits
How could morals and goodness be so suppressed.
Don’t get me wrong, there is much goodness as well,
Ripples turning to rivers.
Love being the currency and care for all.
In all this rebirth of Earth and its children
there are already countries that count
their Gross profit in happiness,
Happiness of people in the land.
© miriam ivarson
Together they mingle in harmony
the arts, bursting from souls
no longer suppressed or withheld.
Paintings of peace in flowing hues,
some in colours of grief.
Same with legends from Wordsmiths,
at times withheld too long;
Now telling their drams and truths.
The sculptor who this moment created a vase
so smooth, glazed in natures hues.
To tell about the many creative forms
would keep us here too long,
First, lest we forget. Always listen,
Listen to your heart.
Without love and passion
all art is just delightful objects d’art.
© miriam ivarson