An Outlook
An Outlook
Who do we think we are?
I cannot prevent a wave from reaching the shore
Nor can I alter the colour of my eyes
I may sit aloft in a theatre box with opera glasses
With an incomparable view before me
But understand little of what I see
I cannot start or stop the eruption of a volcano
Or decide where a bird will lay her eggs
The elements of wind, rain, sunshine and snow
Are created not by me but for me
My mind regardless of intellect is finite
My identity is unique and given to me
If I am white I cannot become black
And vice versa as I have no such power
I cannot make a single hair on my head to be white or black
To be superior is a dangerous illusion and self made
I cannot alter my sexuality no more than I can fly
My vote alone determines no future
I resemble a creature wholly dependent on others
I cannot by my will add one inch to my height
I consider my ideas the best but soon can be brought to nought
I am an individual that is for sure
A part of a family, tribe, nation, culture and origin
All of which I did not create but am a part of
My significance is curtailed not by my doing
For I am a child and will remain so
Only a fool in his heart will say
There is no God
I am not God as I stand in his shadow
Like you I am a mere mortal soul
keith jeffries
Fri 23rd Apr 2021 22:17
Thank you also to Your Royal Poetess for your like
Keith