Life prevails

Yesterday, when I left to

Join some friends for

Celebration, for communion,

This book fell to the 

Floor, my writing book, my

Book to be poeted through.

I was moving out, picked

It up, put it back

In its place, but it left

The mark on me,

Left the unanswered question

Lingering in the air, the

Chill, smoke filled air.

And I reflected, and 

The words bubbled up,

Bubbles of oxygen feeding 

Still waters of subconscious, 

And I saw 

Humanity shall prevail.

The machine,

Whilst powerful is not forever, 

Is complicated but not complex

Is repairable but not self-healing.

And so the machine shall fail.

Humanity shall emerge

From whatever hidden place

It has fled and

Like weeds upon the

Forgotten fields spread,

Become filled, fed upon the

Decayed carcass of power, 

Of control,

Of living apart and above.

No devastation can be

So complete as to

Destroy the human spirit

And replace it with the

Efficient, cold coerced.

The supple living branch

Bows before the

Winter storm filling the sky

Snaps as wind screams, 

Tree topples before 

The Almighty.

And from the torn roots

New shoots surge into

Exhausted blue skies.