We need to wake up from our sleep;
the somnambulistic state
that surrounds us, shroud-like
to conceal from us the things that are true,
lovely and of good report.
Our preferred dreams are filled
with things that glitter, caress and distract;
a multitude of tantalising objects and possessions
that feign an outrageously inflated value.
They are an encroaching cataract cloudiness
creeping undetected across the lenses of our lives.
Invisible but persistent,
they distort our vision in cunning ways
and threaten to hand us over to
the popular blindness
so freely dispensed by shrill politicians,
shock-jocks, conniving experts,
media commentators and self-obsessed magnates.
We must rouse ourselves from the delusions
of denial to embrace sleep’s nemesis:
the life that rises excitedly in dawn’s light
and glows with all the possibilities of love;
true, generous and unconquered.
Then we will behold love’s joyful rainbow,
its myriad colours true, generous,
kind and unconquered;
consigning meanness and mere lawto unseeing shadows.
© 2011 Ken Rookes