When the World Was Quiet
by Nolo Segundo
When the world was quiet
And life moved with grace,
Time measured by seasons
And years instead of minutes,
And people saw the world as
Close by, with foreign lands
Far away, another universe,
Not quite real, not quite true,
Then the mind could rest,
Enjoy the ‘simple’ pleasures
Of family and friends and old
Neighbors to share old tales.
Life was taken slowly then,
No faster than a carriage ride,
And evil belonged mainly in
Crusty books of ancient times.
There was no rancor, no bile
Stirred by relentlessly biting
News that chews at the soul
Like the devil’s own pitchfork.
There was no magic screen
To capture you slave-like and
Bound for barren lands filled
With children starving, babes
Dying before they walked, and
War and Disease and Death all
Coming through an open door.
Once we trod the earth unshod
And breathed the virgin air and
Sang love songs to God in heaven
And saw others as brothers, some
Lost, others newly found, all to be
Welcome, all to be heard and seen.
Now we see the other as less than,
As missing our noble sweetness,
Sure we have found the truth, and
Those who do not march alongside
Must march against us—we need
No god to be on our side to know
What must be done for justice….
A poet like Emily could write in
Peace though a terrible slaughter
Raged far away, its madness slow
To reach her ears, giving her time
To let it sweep her untamed soul.
But she could not breathe today,
Her spirit smothered by the loss
Of distance and time and mercy.
When the world was quiet
And life moved with grace,
We had a sense of ourselves,
Our footing in this world,
Our dreams of the next….
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