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Apropos A Psalm of Awareness:
To be sorry is to tarry in darkness;
To be aware is to be enlightened.
Beneath the celestial canopy,
Emerald hedging cast moonlight
Shadows on the Edenic-like scene;
And scattered clouds crawled casually
Across The sparkling blue sky;
An old wise owl—hooting—cracked
The curtain of silence as a dying star
Fading—in big bang outing—shot across
The cosmos! And suddenly, the thunder
Loudly roared and the lightning struck;
Frightened rain stampeded the nocturnal
Plain—weary worn—darkness sought repose.
Lazily, the golden sun yawned, peeked out
And gracefully rose.
The elders say that when the owl hoots—on
Moonlight nights—somebody is going to die
And that the rain is the tears of their goodness.
Today, injustice has become the scene’s theme;
The moon’s gone, and the owl, a silent sentinel
And the reserved rain refuses to shed her tears.
