Tuesday, September 17, 2013

A Time Of Recognition - A Poem by M.N. Hopkins


Language

Is words created

To describe a Reality

That is indescribable

A Reality

That does not fit into

The framework of images

Created by man

Created to cloud

To confuse

To lead us astray

From what we

Really are

And

Why we came to exist

How we came to exist

Here upon this world

We call

The earth

It has other names

And

For now

Earth

Will it be called

Language is a device

Created to mask

The voice of ones heart

The voice of Creation

The direct experence of Life

Instead

We are given images

That distort

That corrupt

That enslave

Mankind

To a dull existence

One meant to control

And

Hinder creativity

And

Imagination that flows

Naturally

From Nature to Man

And

From the Divine to Man

Then from Man

To others within the human family

A natural process

Distorted

To

Enslave and Control

Rather

Than to liberate

And

Enrich

Yes

A sorry state of affairs

Until

The day

The veil is so tattered

Then

Finally Torn

And Mankind

Will See the Reality

Behind

That which has been hidden to all

Only seen by a few

A time of reckoning

A time of recognition

A time of joy

A time when dark images

Will be replaced

By a Reality of Light

A Reality formed from Love

M.N Hopkins

Note:  This poem was written on September 15, 2013 and published for the first time on my blog today.





3 comments:

Rea de Miranda said...

Profound words my friend!

Stranger in a Strange Land said...

Thanks for your kind words, Rea.

Anita Stout said...

Beautiful! And right.