Lullaby Poem by Gary Witt
Lullaby
Every moment,
We may say who we shall become
In the next.
Every day,
We are this and may choose
To be that.
Every instant,
We define ourselves, better or not
As we may choose.
Or else,
In that moment when we fail to choose,
Watch closely:
Our choice
Will then be handed off to fortune’s
Delegate.
And who we are
Or shall become has quickly flown
To his hands.
Allow him then
To substitute his will for yours—
Hush now, hush—
Calmly, lovingly,
A fair trade it is, just wait, and you—
May keep the change.
Will he not—
Surely he will—
With lofty benevolence,
And tender devotion,
Care for you,
Keep you warm,
Chew your food,
Sing you to sleep?
“Close your eyes now,
Sleep, sleep.
Close your eyes now,
Sleep.”
& Mister Witt has enforced my conception of ALL! And... in that flourishing tongue... as piquant design.... .
This seems to suggest that if we procrastinate, fail to listen to our own hearts, fail to read the omens strewn along life's path and make our own choices we will not be able to follow our own dreams, it is easy to be lulled into a false sense of security and have our voices hushed by expecting 'fortune's delegate' to preside. We ultimately make our own destiny by the choices we make given any situation. A hypnotic poem with a gentle rhythm that sings softly to the ear and hauntingly to the mind.jz.
Not sure what you mean by this lullaby. Methinks it is the hypnotic chant of the guru who takes over the karma of his/her subjects and lulls them into a false complacency but freedom. I do believe we all need to eat your spiritual broccoli as well as enjoying the cupcakes. Fascinating write. love Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
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I would like to translate this poem
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4/19/2024 12:53:20 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Gary, Not what I was expecting to find...I enjoyed being lulled into wakefulness by both the content and sound of this poem. SAS