Look Toward the Children

Children instinctually

know who to avoid

It is often believed

they have a unique

relationship with spirit

A connection to the realm

from which they arrived

from recent, still lingering

in their present psyche

body, mind and spirit

They are unattached to worldly

possessions as fervently

as most adults can’t unattach

too lost from their own instinct

with remorse and regret

Look toward the children 

for future calls to action

instinct for blood holds

no distraction

Call back instinct

your spirit claims

the children have

beckoned 

in righteous name,

I instinctually feel 

the molten burn of

energy that flows in

the earth’s crust below

the beating pulse of the skies 

and the eternal mind’s eye

high above

I instinctually feel the hot skin 

of the wind in the nether reaches 

of my dreams – held in suspension

in a vast virtual, galactic dimension

I instinctually love deeply 

those I know discreetly 

the most precious I hold dearly

I instinctually run from the nether 

to escape the hell-heat of others 

The bled-out devil evil

of those with no colors

Intent on destroying 

all the lovers and creatures

from animal to Kingdom, 

they are death seekers

They play with people like

craven clawed raptors

lust-filled vapid 

hungry infractors

I instinctually answer,

the call of the universe

the whispering tongues

of babies conversations

they speak of

an unbridled love 

with no fatal attractions,

look toward the children

for future directions.

©Jay Mora-Shihadeh

Photo by samer daboul from Pexels

#Poetry #Longverse #Freeverse #Children

2 thoughts on “Look Toward the Children

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  1. They know all coming from the ethers until humanity whispers their rules and judgements until they take it as their own. All their lives stripping the layers to be free once again until death speaks of their freedom. That’s all folks

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