Closer To Earth, Closer To Heart Poem by (c) Colorofsky

Closer to earth, closer to heart.
Steeples and church bells.
Birds flying by nest in nearby trees,
perhaps closer to where angels may dwell.

Closer to earth, closer to heart.
Concrete roads bridging across creeks.
Fish swimming below trickling rock dams,
mayhaps closer to where a God may speak.

Whose world is this anyway? They ask.
Malevolence doth lurk in dark woodlands so deep.
Avoid all nature and its power they say.
Its nightmares shall come as you sleep.

So much reverence, wisdom lost by the Blind Heart.
Origins are so plain to see.
Eyes open, open. Wider, wider.
View life, love, reality.

Closer to earth, closer to heart.
Skyscrapers touch the sky.
A cloud floats by, oh then another,
perhaps closer to where angels may cry.

Closer to earth, closer to heart.
Steel-beamed buildings, paved city streets.
Minds, hands mold Earth,
Progression's birth.
Mayhaps closer, to where a Heart, a God may meet.

Closer to Earth, Closer to Heart...