Auckland New Zealand
THE GARDEN OF YOUR HEART
by Rod Walford
Oh, mystery of life! You ever deepen with the rolling years;
Your vast arrayed enigmas are as endless as manís tears
Shed for his own kind, that not one soul of millions passed
Had found the key that would unlock the secret spell you cast.
Our scientists, philosophers, astronomers and kings
All strive to find the reasons for manís endless sufferings;
Whilst writers, poets, lyricists combine to paint the scene
The hunger and the wars go on , abhorrent and obscene.
Will man discover answers that will right the human race
In faint, ethereal signals beaming down from outer space?
And will those answers terminate the warlordís bloody lust;
Or feed the child dying in Sudanís hot sun-baked dust?
Incessant drive to interfere with natureís manufacture
To feed the earth with chemicals and change genetic structure
Beware! The cold, grey fingers rise - of sickness and fatigue;
The haunting, spectral legacies of the Corporates and their greed.
Consider - interstellar quest is fraught with human error
Better, far, to look within to end this reign of terror;
To contemplate, and understand the Great Designerís plan
And see that what is needed is to change the heart of man.
When the forces of the darkness, and the forces of the Light
Clash daily in your conscience, urging sanity to flight;
When the claws of doubt are tearing at the fabric of your soul
And deny you right of access in the pursuit of your goal;
Then turn your searchlight inwards to the core of your foundation
Rekindle there the fire of Life, and banish condemnation
Re-plant the seeds of right and truth in the garden of your heart;
For never seed has starved nor died where love has played its part.
© Rod Walford 1999