Wherefore GoethThou

Wherefore GoethThou

A Poem by bigfootprint
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Creative juices bathe the soul

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Does it behoove to cry so rude 
For long life and prosperity? 
Take a moment to contemplate. 
We need faith, love, shelter, and food -- 
No cause for harsh temerity. 
What good to pile up golden hoard 
Only to end up frail and bored? 
I have no wish to dominate 
This ugly pound of dogged men 
Nor honor baser lusts within. 
Creative juices bathe the soul 
And guide us as we play our role. 
It calms the mind to meditate. 
Don't ask creation to be still, 
Just let your spirit soar at will. 
We must provide the livelihood 
For orphans, elderly, infirm; 
Best efforts we must dedicate; 
Yet we should rate our own lifeblood 
Mere fodder for cannon and worm.  
God loved the world, he sent his son 
Whose sacrifice salvation won. 
Let's often kneel to celebrate --   
Not push and shove, but love affirm. 
Let good men thrive, let bad men squirm. 

© 2019 bigfootprint


Author's Note

bigfootprint
We all find ourselves in quiet meditation sometimes, and taste the eternal nature of the soul.

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There ain't no point to being the richest corpse in the cemetary, as you so eloquently say. Just because we live in a time of imitation satisfaction, doesn't mean we have to join in too. It is a happy man who can think these thoughts and not be enticed with fake shiny shiny, but take comfort in who he is and where he is now, enjoying the moments missed by the masses who are locked into staring at their phones and missing the show entirely.
Do we really need any of what we crave? We certainly can't take it with us.

Great piece my friend, seeing what really matters and finding comfort in your own words and skin.

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

bigfootprint

5 Years Ago

Keen observations, Lorry. I think most of us poets strive to understand the generalities of human en.. read more



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Fine lines from a man who understands the true values in life. Money doesn't really count for much. Your final line, says it all. I say Amen to that. Thank you Doug. Hope all is well with you.

Chris

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

bigfootprint

5 Years Ago

Thanks Chris. Yep, it all begins to come into focus after I am too old to go back and regroup. But h.. read more
There ain't no point to being the richest corpse in the cemetary, as you so eloquently say. Just because we live in a time of imitation satisfaction, doesn't mean we have to join in too. It is a happy man who can think these thoughts and not be enticed with fake shiny shiny, but take comfort in who he is and where he is now, enjoying the moments missed by the masses who are locked into staring at their phones and missing the show entirely.
Do we really need any of what we crave? We certainly can't take it with us.

Great piece my friend, seeing what really matters and finding comfort in your own words and skin.

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

bigfootprint

5 Years Ago

Keen observations, Lorry. I think most of us poets strive to understand the generalities of human en.. read more

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Added on January 19, 2019
Last Updated on March 26, 2019
Tags: Meditation, Sense of place, humility

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bigfootprint
bigfootprint

Bossier City, LA



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Hi I'm Doug Fowler, age 77, proud American. Perpetual student, newspaper copy editor (retired), poet, novelist, painter, Christian minister, USAF veteran, and pool player. I live alone and like it (bu.. more..

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