Colin F. Jones

BE WHAT YOU ARE

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We can bake our cakes with dressings of a former time,
Gather together wisdom’s from an ancient rhyme,
Or yet, pursue all foxes with an English horn,
Or paint yesterdays sunsets as tomorrow’s dawn.
But what today has altering time not changed?
What mountain and valley has not been rearranged?
What sacred creed has not undergone an edit
That is not to some ancient scribe given credit?
Has not discriminations eye more tolerance gained,
(Though ill in some its arrogance is still retained)
That we who know that birth was not our plan,
Can see the diverse wonderment of woman and man
Sharing what is called life in all its marvellous forms
Without the idiot mindsets of religious reforms.

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‘Tis kindness learnt from another’s kindly deed
That forms the texts of the unwritten common creed.
It is not the office of a self appointed priest
That designs the substance of life’s natural feast.
Does not the winter, the summer’s moral climes provide,
As spring from fall renews what is denied?
‘Tis so true to know that love existed long before
Self righteous men wrote lies into the law
To use the beauty of spontaneous loving ways
To divide communities into intolerance that decays
The sharing of such unique and special friends
Where reality forms the pure basis of such trends.
For me, there is a divinity in the souls of all
Who have no fear of being short, or of being tall.