Little son things for Mum!: A poem

Birds come from the sky

with a flash of the eye

to tell us God can never die!

In whose womb God lay

Dad and Mum did say

their silent resoluteness had its way!

We are not broken in humongous

wastelands of air-turbulence

spring is not a pool of water

that evaporates in the sun,

It persists in the souls of those who suffer by the hands of scum!

Even if spring takes an eternity to arrive,

courage and resilience must not nose-dive!

Mother, did you shed your tears gladly for me?

Did you realise what the evil wanted you to be?

How they tried to take you away from me?!

Spring is in the air of hair

of those who struggle against evil’s lair!

As creation reflected you for me, and me from you

As I loved my Dad to be my son and father

And I saw the birds fly

And bring me the universe’s dye!

Do you think the dove is any different from a raven, why?

God, often, has to lie!

He loves his True Love with the most patient, sublime sigh, O my!

Can the point of singularity ever rearise?

If it can happen with AI?!

Mother, you knew me from everyone

And the world believed in your elder son?!

Published by montecyril

Hi, I am Monte Cyril Rodrigues and live in Melbourne, Australia. I am a retired journalist. I have been diagnosed with schizophrenia. I've had voices and visions all my life. I think it is a spiritual experience, my doctors think otherwise. I am a deeply spiritual person and keep having experiences with otherworldly realms.

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