"Destined Minds"

SPIRIT OF LIBERTY

I am the archetype of all things free
I move upon the earth unconstrained
spirit of liberty feeds my soul

convention can not anchor me
nor morality keep me paced
to the rythms and tides

and yet my spirit longs to dock
along the shores where palms
sway silently in the oceans breeze

I am the non conformist
for I know how I have been richly made
and life is for the choosing

I long to feel the breath of the creators touch
I long to be free'd from, - yes
free'd even from the spirit of liberty

Should I anchor now and risk
damaging the earths hold
would I dare anchor here?

should heavy cable and rope
be cast overboard and there by
its sheer weigh grip me to the bottom

should I rise above the fears
and reach out to security and stablity
and peform the last stage

of lifes race and anchor
my hopes and dreams upon the rigid
unmoving and unchanging heart

should I let my life be pierced
and secured to lifes eternal flame
and rest finally in the Spirit of Liberty

so now anchored upon the solid rock
I now draw the ships to me that
bring me the adventures I have long-ed sought

Maree Long
(c) Maree Long 2009

Of Gentler Times

the dreadful mood
settled by the peaceful sunset
as soft lappings
reached the shore

as the waters edge
smoothes and strokes
the sandy banks
as if to pacify

as autumns rain beckons
a change of season
a change of tide
to put at last to rest

amiable and tender
the sunset kisses the
last remains of the horizon
as the thoughts of day

the too are put to rest
and cradled within the
mind till mornings light
is able to sort the fray

Maree Long
(c) Maree Long 2009

bestowed gratuitously
needy and suffering sweet relief

benevolent and worthy
generosity for those in grief

liberality so given to the poor
graced bestowed upon their heads

which allows all men to slumber well
as they lay quietly in their beds..

charity without justice
is the poor cousin indeed

chairty without justice
leaves everyone in need

caritas caritas oh sweet sweet caritas

philanthropic my heart yields
to the call and cry of humanity

as theological virtue
demands my all for charity

altruistically can there be a love
that is given so freely

I think as the Father giveth
the myth is dispelled

for even son of God who gives life
so that all sin is repelled

gives caritas with intent to serve
to show the Father's love

ensuring my redemption
through His Son sent from above

caritas caritas oh sweet sweet caritas


Maree Long
(c) Maree Long 2009

They Awoke Not.....

Volatile it hit the world
they did not heed the warnings
and they awoke not....

Liquidity crisis reserved
for the poor, naively they
spend and awake not....

brewing, collapsing in an increasingly
inter-connected world
that spends it days in slumber

outstretched eager for their
handout as greed now adorns their back
of themselves they think most even in their sleep

and yet for over a century of affluence
two thirds live in abject poverty
and their part of the world is blinded to the need

Their eyes as though seemingly asleep
care noought for the peoples whose bellies
bloat and grumble as disease feast upon their innards

As thier young die helpless in their arms and yet
we cry out to our leaders not for the starving and
dying and those who have long now fallen in everlasting sleep

For they care only for the bank balance
For the lifestyle they have become accostomed to
and never give a third world a second thought

Now bricks and mortar fall down around their ears
and try to waken the dead
as they realise their fears

So should the God of abundance and joy
stretch out His hand to these? or should
the God of justice bestow his grace

upon all those children ignored for many a year....

Maree Long
(c) Maree Long 2009

1. ask yourself who controls the purse strings?
2. who really owns the reserve bank?
3. who is it that holds the power?
4. who is it that can make the world change?