Children of the Earth

The learned mendicant kneels
As evening blankets the day

Sister moon
Shines brightly

The discalced poet
With eyes closed
All is not what was learned
Before enlightenment

Poetry remained
But it has begun to fade
Amid the cries of
Casualties of war
The poor
The persecuted
The distressed
The oppressed
The exploited
The trafficked
So many more

The mendicant stands
Tears flow
As he whispers:
“Children of the earth
Look around
This is all there is”

Paul Cech has been writing poetry since 1970. Several of his poems have been published as Saturday Poems in the Pittsburgh- Post Gazette and the Thomas Merton Center of Pittsburgh has published several of his poems in NewPeople. Read other articles by Paul.