Does The Light Cry?

 

     Our biology,

Our human mechanism

For negotiating pain,

Wasn’t merely thrown

Slovenly into the mix,

     Wasn’t just created without

Thought and understanding

Of the nature we become,

The nature we already are.

 

     When a human becomes

Hurt, they cry,

They cry perhaps the saltwater

Of the seas we once belonged,

     And no-one can go through life

Without the shedding of tears,

As looking at it logically,

It seems the architects

Developed us strictly

For punishment,

 

     For,

If we were to live

Within a world of peace,

A world of harmony,

A world where we

Do not feel the sorrow of

Our ways,

     Then maybe,

Our biology would be different,

 

     I would if allowed,

Ask the heavens for clues

On paradise,

Ask perhaps

The travellers of time

And Space if they

Have the same

Makings for expressions

Of hurt as we humans do,

 

     For it seems,

If paradise,

If Utopia is filled with

Serenity and love - then,

There would be no need

For these eyes

To bear the mechanisms

For tears,

     For we would not need

The valves that express

What the heart and soul

Cannot handle;

Cannot contain logically

And compassionately within

It’s biology.

 

     We were made

With flaws,

Flaws that purge

The Waters that trickle

Down the face of cherubs

And guardians alike,

     And perfection,

Be nothing we know of this World.

 

Michael J Waite 23rd February 2015.