Rise Up, Oh Humankind: A Poem
Andromeda Galaxy via Hubble
My Wish as You Read
Tread carefully here between the garden rows of words that mean everything,
Yet likely amount to nothing but gibberish
And the rantings of a confused soul.
Don't hold me to these phrases as one holds another to a promise.
Simply see the cry of emotion,
The depth of despair,
The reach for the heavens,
The inward gaze,
To take the choice
That the future is ours,
Dark Eyes by Bob Dylan, Sung by Judy Collins
The Writing of this Poem
This poem rose out of my answer to a question on the question/answer site called, Quora. The original question was, "Can you write a sentence that begins with "Are" that isn't a question?"
My original answer went like this, "Yes, it can be done, but the sentence will need to be inverted and may sound more like poetry than plain speech. Here is my effort. Are worms, those darkened eyes that bore into my rotting soul."
From that beginning, I wrote the poem, Rise up, Oh Humankind.
Rise Up, Oh Humankind
Those darkened eyes that bore into my vile soul,
Burrowing, digging, eating the core of my being
Until there is nothing left,
But consciousness and regret.
He gazes on my broken spirit,
My devastated self,
And sees my decrepit being.
I creep between the living and the dead.
He is altogether good, lovely, perfect in every way.
I am the filth of pigs, the residue of a godless people
Who turned their backs
On the divine and succumbed to reason, who
Wrestled with the questions of life,
And bizarre behavior of a divine being who claimed to have so loved the world.
I am their spawn.
He was their everything,
I sought and found him wanting.
He sought and found me a sinner
Demanding an explanation for millennia of suffering that seemed useless.
Could my prayers sway him?
Might my supplications lure him to do as he commanded us to do?
To spare the suffering,
Stop the pain,
Satisfy the hungry,
Care for the orphans?
Oh, the thought of such a god as this,
To create every kind of suffering
And delegate its resolution to lesser beings
Who can barely feed themselves.
Rise up oh humankind.
Rise above your faith,
Above your reason,
Look beyond the pain,
Feel not the hunger of the starving,
But envision a time
Where men simply care for the human family,
Without the prophecies of an empty messiah,
Or the predictions of soulless science,
Accepting the fact that we are alone
In a vast and complex universe,
Creation, Creator, Master, Servant, and Holy God.
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© 2018 Chris Mills