LEARNING TO SEE
She learned in ways
uncivilized by man
the books they gave
her
couldn’t speak
to the heart
the jumble of words
twisted inside
covers of cardboard
confuse the mind
let’s go outside
converse with stars
listen to leaves
whisper secrets
along strings of time
blown on a breeze
she could feel the Earth
beneath her feet
holding her up
with delicate
strength
a gentle giant
like a teddy bear
who’s been abused
by generations of
insensitivity
but she can feel
the pain
and the joy
present within
each moment of time
not wasting them
in sterile classes
built on equations
authoritarian
memorization
detention
for speaking with angels
do what you’re told
the prize at the end
a piece of paper
she couldn’t
comprehend
their consternation
and they
were just as baffled
when she said
I want to be here now
but what of your
future
they cried
with hand-wringing
concern
it never comes
she replied with a
smile
walked outside
to sing to the
grasses
blowing and growing
in meadow classrooms
beyond the lies
of a world gone mad
taught to pupils
with Ritalin eyes
forced conformity
in old fairytales
that make no sense
in the language of
truth
we learn the hard way
when Babylon falls
but she already knew
when she came in
that tress and stars
hold more wisdom
than wars of fear
and religious dominion
take me away
from insanity
I’ll follow the
breeze
on the music she
sings
of ancient souls
calling you in
time to begin
healing within
Mother of time
forgive our sins
one and the same
she touches the Earth
a little girl
with healing hands
my faith renews
I smile inside
through the darkness
a new light shines
copyright by Byron
Lindley
from ‘A Portait of
Soul’
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