THE MEEK:

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In the hurdy-gurdy world we live in,

Of noise, filth, poverty & sin,

Under booted foot & suited fist,

We cower & cringe beneath blood hazed mist.

The din, the big, the harsh, hard & brash,

The swearing, the glaring, the abuse & the lash,

The bright, the beautiful, the dollar, oil & gold,

The mighty, the city, politicians & the bold.

The roar, the traffic, big-cats, the thuds & the bangs,

The heavy, everywhere it´s there, it sits & hangs,

But what of the gentle, the silent, the soft & the meek?

Those that exist but in silence deemed weak.

The soft-hoofed giraffe, the whispering moth,

Velveteen fur of the sleepy old sloth,

The swan who cries once, just before it dies,

The satin-cloth wings of quiet butterflies.

The slow tortoise & the silent little snail,

Soft floating snowflakes, not just the hail,

And what of the moonbeams soft in the night?

It´s not just the sun in his stark brilliant might.

The gentle smile of the tiny little child,

Not the rantings of drunk students wild,

The old man´s tales of sepia times past,

Not just the beautiful folk travelling life fast.

The quiet stars blinking in far distant sky,

Not mad society racing fast to die,

Let´s take time to listen to the soul,

Where we hear silence of root, leaf & mole.

Stop the madness of doing, wanting, gaining & baying,

Listen to silence in the meek & start praying,

Stay still, breathe deep, listen & see,

It´s  alright to be meek & to  just be.