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Peccavimus
by Ian R Thorpe
Saturday, January 08, 2005
Rated "G" by the Author.

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The title I chose for this reminded me of a story about one of the more illustrious old boys of my school, General Havelock who was remarkably witty for a military man. During the British annexation of India the General was dispatched with an army to secure the rebellious north western province of Sind (now Pakistan) On securing the territory Havelock sent back a one word message to high command, "peccavimus." (which in Latin means "we have sinned")
That of course is totally at odds with the gravity of this poem.


 

(we have sinned) 

The world spins endlessly around
its dying sun in endless space.
Seers and science seek a sign;
are we alone or might we be
mutations of an older race
planted here to serve some grand design
as guardians of a sacred trust.
Peccavimus.

Squatting on our mother Earth
we tear at her fragile skin,
gorging on the precious lode.
The industry that milks her dry
destroys the seed contained within.
Her vital systems now corrode;
we drain her like an incubus.
Peccavimus.

A glutton never forsees want
but hopes the feast will last forever
careless of harm that may accrue
to the infinitely forgiving dam;
but if the umbilical cord should sever
the cycle ends, nothing can renew.
Must everything we made end thus?
Peccavimus.

Peccavimus, we all have sinned,
ignored wisdom for easy gain,
turned each from other to cult of self,
traded with the salesman priest,
bought instant pleasure with future pain,
swapped heritage for short term wealth,
thrown truthless prayers at empty skies.
Earth bleeds. May we yet turn the tide.

The prodigal god that men have made
demands only blind servitude,
turns the child against its mother,
deceives with gifts of gold and glory
the highest among nature's brood
and bids the rape go on forever
until womb becomes sarcophagus.
Peccavimus.

 

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Reviewed by June Thompson 1/23/2005
unimaginable to some
lived by others

this was intense to say the least, one of the first but not the last poems of yours that I've read

shall I follow you to where realities lie

amazing write

thank you for reading reality check. I was certain it would go onseen for quite some time like many of my writes when I post more than one in a day. it made my day in a strange way that you read it and posted a comment on it. my story hadn't been heard in awhile. thank you for reading and breathing it in
Reviewed by Kate Burnside 1/20/2005
This is a staggering piece of insight and poetry, Ian. Such wisdom and lucidity that has been intelligently constructed and "forced" with disarming ease into a very tightly metred and rhythmical write. Bravo! This is top class for me today! Powerful sentiments are arguments expressed with stunning imagery - truly inspired! Just love Nordette's comment below. If I am understanding your final stanza correctly, then I agree that the character of the "God" that man has constructed is very much as you paint. But personally, I believe that resolution will come through the workings of the Prodigal Father who more than meets halfway those who sincerely seek His face, and who, having exercised their own free-will, have found it lacking and are looking for "another way"! Peccavimus, but you transcend with this fantastic analysis. TY Kate xx
Reviewed by Janet Parker 1/20/2005
This is brilliant and well written.
Reviewed by Zenith Elliott 1/17/2005
Ian, my dear friend...such deep thoughts are good for the soul. Very well done!
Reviewed by Nordette Adams 1/16/2005
Oh, what now? All my life with Christian guilt, now what! Pagan guilt? ;-)

Bad Writing Junkie. Bad!

Reviewed by Regis Auffray 1/15/2005
Thank you for the lesson, Ian. I love learning new "stuff." Love and peace. Regis
Reviewed by Jane Rodway 1/13/2005
This is really well-written, always love that. The message is also an excellent one.
Reviewed by Mitzi Jackson 1/10/2005
thanks so much for the explanation....it read so much easier now (for me) Powerful in all its light!!!
Reviewed by Tinka Boukes 1/9/2005
Powerful write Ian!!

Love Tinka
Reviewed by Sara Coslett 1/8/2005
Ian, if I didn't know better, I would say you have found G_d. It is imperative that we keep pushing the envelope. As you said yourself, we live in the shadow of a dying star. The only hope for us is to leave this place before that time. The only way we can do that is through technology. What feeds technology...MONEY...GREED...WEALTH.
Reviewed by Brian Pellerino 1/8/2005
Powerful! And true, sadly.
Reviewed by Lisa Hilbers 1/8/2005
Ian, how true it is. Yes we have sinned...the sinner's sin. We've taken for so long that trying to hand back what we've stolen would only be seen in vain.
Loved this write!

Lisa
Reviewed by Judy Lloyd (Reader) 1/8/2005
Now this is really a very open and honest poem and thank you for the translation. Yes we have all sinned and no one can pick up a stone.
Reviewed by Sue Hess 1/8/2005
wonderfully written and yes we certainly have...
Reviewed by The Bear Paw 1/8/2005
Peccavimus, we all have sinned,
ignored wisdom for easy gain,
turned each from other to cult of self,
traded with the salesman priest,
bought instant pleasure with future pain,
swapped heritage for short term wealth,
thrown truthless prayers at empty skies.
Earth bleeds. May we yet turn the tide."

A very strong, upstanding write, Ian, and full of universal truth. Yes, we have all sinned.... and so sad, too, that some cannot own up to that...
In Spirit,
Bear


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