Wisdom's Heart
Seek me not for I am lost to you.
I visit those tender places of the heart
unsought,
where the hungry fill streets
with cries unheeded,
and where the dying tilt their heads
to listen for my approach.
In compassion, I see them,
those you have forgotten.
In empathy, I hold them,
those you have forgotten.
In hope, I touch each one,
as I touch you,
until you too, remember.
copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2012
this reads like a prayer...lovely words..x
ReplyDeleteThank you for reading Kay! Much appreciated!!
Deletewow...powerful piece audrey....the places in the heart unsought...i can think of a few things we have lost that might fit this...lost in the face of progress....
ReplyDeleteHey Brian! Thanks! Me too I am afraid!
DeleteSeems you could be saying this to the justice system you found all to often, unjust.
ReplyDeleteBut wisdom, i suppose, should be applied to all things and stands alone, strong enough for any cause.
Powerful words
Thank you Rick!
DeleteYes, Kay says it: like a prayer, or an invocation.
ReplyDeleteWell crafted.
Thank you Aprille--I thought it was an interesting prompt!
DeleteThis is lovely and gracious, Audrey!
ReplyDeleteHi Paula--thank you!
DeleteBeautiful, Audrey, like Mother Teresa's own prayer.
ReplyDeleteHi Sherry--thank you!
DeletePowerful stuff!!! I'm heading back to read that again.
ReplyDeletehmmmm. i love a poem that makes me read twice
ReplyDeleteIn compassion, I see them,
ReplyDeletethose you have forgotten.
In empathy, I hold them,
those you have forgotten
There are many who are neglected and left by the wayside. The voice of reason and care are not easily seen. Even if there are the ones who respond are much less. You've done well to bring it to the open. Well written Audrey!
Hank
Beautiful read - reminds us what is important in life, in civilisations, in the world.
ReplyDeleteThank you ninotaziz!
DeletePowerfully written!
ReplyDeleteThank you for your visit Madeleine!
DeleteAs others have said, the prayer-like feeling of your poem is quite lovely.
ReplyDeleteHi Helen! Thank you!
DeleteI have to echo Kay. This has the feel of prayer.
ReplyDeleteThank you Mama Zen! Much appreciated!
DeleteI see your visits to the corner of things continue through this narration too--I love the touch of the forgotten, touching into memory. How wonderful to work this ritual cure. Thank you for visiting my poetry too!
ReplyDeleteHi Susan--Thank you for your visit and kind words---
DeleteWonderful - the dying tilting their heads at the approach especially - all seeing eye here - very well done. k.
ReplyDeleteThank you for reading this Karin!
DeleteWith the symbol at the top, you totally got me thinking of the Sacred Feminine and the Masons. Awesome poem - you sure do have a way with words!
ReplyDeleteHey Cyndi! Thanks for stopping by!!
DeleteThe last stanza is so powerful ... loved the way you interpreted the prompt !!!
ReplyDeleteI thought it was an interesting prompt actually--Thanks so much Green Speck!
DeletePowerful and great, Audrey.
ReplyDeleteThank you Ayala!
DeleteWow, what an amazing read! I really like the feel of these words.
ReplyDeleteThank you Karen!
DeleteIsn't it sad when things that are of value are pushed aside and forgotten. I hope the prayer has answers. Well written.
ReplyDeleteThank you Beth--I do too!
DeleteA beautiful poem and prayer Autrey!!
ReplyDeleteThank you Carrie!
DeleteLovely, lyrical, and rather haunting.
ReplyDeleteThank you Sue!
DeleteThe all seeing eye... I AM
ReplyDeleteSo, so gentle, compassionate, loving, as is the One.
Beautiful poetry Audrey.
Very nice, thanks for sharing.
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