Worth

Sometimes I wish

That the whole economic world

Would

Somehow shut its doors.

Wind down

And leave us
All in

Peace.

Nothing much going on…

Just the

Quiet

Thrum

Of busyness

From people.

Like

Bees

returning to their

Natural rhythm.

No longer

Tethered to

This or that

We just become

Defined

By who we are

In relation to

Who others

are.

Not by what we

Do

Or how many

Things

I own

Or by how

Much credit

Appears on a screen

In some

Bank.

I am

Defined

By who I am

Not by how much

I have in

My pocket.

Is there another way

Separate from

economic

Worth

For me

To

Trace a line

Upon

This

Earth?

And then leave

Like some

comic book fly

As I

Take off

Into some

New

Universe

Where

Who I am

Is felt,

Is known

For my true

Worth.

New thing

For Sophie

There is a new thing

rising

It is

the sound of a generation

Emerging from under

Ground.

Fed and

Healthful,

Nourished on

Natural

Newness,

Basking in the beauty

of

Hidden

Wholeness:

Found

Not manufactured.

Foraged

Not farmed.

Given

Not

grafted

For.

Gifts of

Goodness

Growing in your

Ever youthful souls

Grasping

For

Ever-growing

Expressions

of

Heaven

Here on

dismal

darkened

Earth.

Your shoots

Will

Grow true.

Your seeds

Won’t perish

You are

Planted

From another place.

Another Garden

Gave you life.

And now

You carry

Heaven’s triple-helix

And plant,

With words,

All you’ve got

to

Give.

The coming

Of your words

Is like

The breaking of Eden’s

first

Light.

Straining through the clouds

Of my consciousness.

Bringing with them

Awakening sense of

Your goodness.

Knowing that you

Are with us

Deeply spreads

A sense of steadiness

Through our

Souls.

Earth’s dawn

With all

It’s

Habitual fears

Is extinguished

And a

New

Light

Spreads

Through my

new

Day.