Ode To Hominidae

Magnificently mystic are our calm seas;
Yet, they are swarmed with hungry sharks and angry waves,
The sprawling greens of our mountains and plains
Are majestic sights to behold;
Yet, they are pruned to its nakedness.

The sun and the moon shed us light,
To work on our chores night and day:
Merchants,
Slaves and servants,
Kings and masters who walk and sing;
The born and the dead,
The healthy and the sick,
The weak and the powerful abide by,
In bountiful cities of the earth;
Hopping,
Running,
Wishing in glee.

Lo! That is not enough,
That is not enough.

Darkness sets where comes light;
The clock chimes, we stop and start;
The bells bang, we pause and pray;
The baby cries, we feed and give comfort;
An endless affair with the pendulum of time.

Lo1 That is not enough,
That is not enough.

Where art thou lies content?
Each brim is soaked to satiety's more,
Oasis of every pursuit is not yet extolled!
To which do we crown these gifts of mind,
Ye knowest?

Oh, Hominidae! Oh, Hominidae!
The Sabbath's pure is yet untamed,
Thine eyes are piercing with might;
Thine hearts are searching to which to sanctify;
Thine ears are crawling to which to devour;
Thine hands and feet are treading the alleys of fear
Against passages of mortality;
Thine minds are swords and bombshells of souls;
For thine sake,
What do ye seekest?

Whence we rest, we shall find;
Whence we thought, we shall know;
We yearn for the shining reason,
Long murmuring into our hearts,
To which we have ignored.

by Alma Bella Solis

Comments (1)

Thine eyes are piercing with might; Thine hearts are searching to which to sanctify; Thine ears are crawling to which to devour; Thine hands and feet are treading the alleys of fear.. a very fine poem .. the usage of words and expressions and the ideas are so good dear poet.. tony