Contact Of Many Kinds

I watch the markets, crop harvests, a changing climate, politics and Heretics. The path we take, the way we walk, the things we say, and how we talk, the way we treat our fellow man, those who legislate a plan, oppressing those who can't, shielding those who can. At times my watch seems hopeless, never meaningless. Best.

Messages

It would appear messages are drifting through the air
As a breeze that touches my skin
As a sound that finds my ear
Sometimes
As the song of a bird
Other times
As the silence of understanding
In all the many different ways
These messages received today
The hopes and dreams of yesterday
Realized
In language not always understood
One more chance to create a plan
Of purpose and hopeful circumstance
A chance
For knowing where we stand

Messages drifting through the air
Gifts with nothing of compare
No need to question what they are about
Living with
Living without
Those things that have consumed this life
Creating need for sacrifice
Control and war and bitter thought
Then boasting of those battles fought
Those messages received today
The hopes and dreams of yesterday
Realized
Once again today