New Days, Old Truths

We feel we’ve come so far

Throughout the past two thousand years

(So brief within the lifetime of a star).

We say we’ve fashioned shovels out of spears.

Our flags now fly on mountaintops

And lunar surfaces to spar

With cosmic rays, while earthly fields of crops

Feed billions through their days. And yet, we scar

Ourselves and all creation

With wounds akin to days before.

Men still seek power, wealth, and elevation

Above their peers, but push aside the poor.

We still pit one against the other

And fight our wars as if

We do not need the sister or the brother

Opposing us across the cratered cliff.

We still need ancient wisdom born

Of truths that hold from elder days.

The sun returns each new-made morn

To grant us all its warming rays.

We still need mercy laced with hope

In things unseen and thoughts unknown

To guide us toward a wider scope

Of love that forms a servant’s throne.


This is a third poem in a series about beginnings. In this case, it's about continuing forward without forgetting the important lessons we've learned since our beginning. We may still make similar mistakes sometimes, but the wisdom of the past may also offer some guidance on how to over come those mistakes.