The Reapers Have Come
Copyright Lauri Ann Lumby
The world as we have known it is dying.
The sorrow of the world rests like a weight on the surface of my skin.
The tears of the world threatening behind my eyes.
Like an anvil on my heart, the gravity of a world in pain
over what it does not know.
Kicking and screaming over “liberties lost”
Or cowering in the darkness hoping to escape death’s gaze.
We cannot run.
Neither can we hide.
The reapers have come to harvest what we have sown.
Poverty, injustice, hatred, intolerance, destruction of our planet, and war.
We’ve done this to ourselves.
There is no one else to blame for a tide that cannot be turned.
All we can do is let it run its course,
Cutting away all that no longer serves,
And burning it on the pyre of transformation.
Only then will the ground be cleared of the impediments to new life.
Seed that lay dormant beneath the ravages of man,
Awaiting the liberating flame, clearing the path for their return –
Bringing forth new life and the creation of
A whole new world.
