The worst waste is to miss a sign, and not
see all the good intent that’s been deployed
to help and aid, abbett, against the rot
that creeps to bring (depressed and quite annoyed)
us to our loved ones to blame & accuse,
instead of grateful for the good that’s poured
on us and all around about - infused
in life & love that we have somehow scored.
Thus heaven’s meta for a spirit world
that is to be embodied on Earth too,
and gifts a goal and path, a gate that’s curled
in wall and opens on a diff’rent view.
And Earth was pointing to something much more,
We want to start where you are “at”, but don’t
want you to finish there, at least not sure
of ev’rything you are .. , at this moment.
Have you learned how to tell the diff-er-ence
between a label and a signpost which
is pointing farther on, beyond a fence,
& maybe still a ways from where you’d pitch
your tent, or put your campervan up so
that you could sleep the night and then keep on
with tra-vel-ling the way that you will go
to get where sign is pointing. From here - gone!
This is the gift of metaphor to us.
A culture where a sign can still be read
and understood, without a lot of fuss,
while some folk can’t be told - unless they’re led.
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