The Vanishing

 THE VANISHING

By Andrew Mercer

Andrew Mercer has written a magnificent poem – The Vanishing – which is so profoundly intelligent that it should be on the “must read” list of every compassionate and caring person. It reaches into the very depth of the soul and forces us to question how we are living in the world.  

It is for anyone who is yearning to see an enlightened global consciousness and a brighter future for our beautiful planet – and the incredible creatures with whom we share it. I urge you to read this – and to really think deeply about the implications – if we as humans do not wake up – stand up and strive to change our ways. Everyone can do something.

I thank Andrew for the incredible gift he has given us through the power of his intensely moving words!

The Vanishing

AND BEAUTY WEARS A COUNTENANCE

WITH THE RADIANCE OF BIRTH.

LIKE A NEW-BORN SCREAMS IN COLOURS

ACROSS THE SPECTRUM OF THE EARTH.

 

A WORLD WHERE ALL LIFE LISTENS TO

A RHYTHM LIKE A WAVE.

WHICH GATHERS SOUND AND BREAKS UPON

THIS ABUNDANCE THAT GOD GAVE.

 

EVERY LIFE A CELEBRATION

EVERY VOICE WAS RAISED IN SONG.

EVERY ANGEL HELD THE MELODY

IN HEARTS THAT KNEW NO WRONG.

 

HEAVEN SMILED UPON CREATION

AND THE CHILDREN SAW THE STARS.

THEY LAUGHED WITH ALL THE INNOCENCE

THAT ONLY HATRED MARS.

 

RESPECT FOR EVERY LIVING THING

AN OATH THE LIVING TOOK.

BUT MAN NOW SWORE WITH OTHERS BLOOD

HIS GUILTY FINGERS SHOOK.

 

THESE STORMS HAVE RAGED A THOUSAND YEARS

WITH NATURE ON HER KNEES.

HER CHILDREN SCREAM FROM HEADSETS

THROUGH THE SILENCE OF CUT TREES.

EACH TIME WE HACK A FOREST DOWN

WE’RE CHIPPING AT OUR SOUL.

BURNING ON THIS FUNERAL PYRE

WE WATCH IT TURN TO COAL.

 

NOW BLOOD SEEPS FROM THE HEAVENS

WILL IT DROWN OUR LAST SUNSET.

ABSORBING EVERY COLOUR ‘TIL

WE’RE LEFT WITH BLEAK REGRET.

 

ON THE BAKING EARTH A MESSAGE

A TIRED MANTRA TO EMBRACE.

WRITTEN IN THE BONES OF THOSE

WHOSE LIVES WE CAN’T REPLACE.

 

AND FOR THOSE WHO HAVE TO FOLLOW

THROW DUST INTO THE AIR.

FOR EVERY GRAIN THAT WAS A LIFE

BEFORE MAN CEASED TO CARE!

                   

AND MEMORIES AS OLD AS LIFE

CAUGHT WITHIN THIS FRAME.

MOZAICS OF A PROUDER TIME

DIVERSE YET STILL THE SAME.

 

A VOICE THAT TOLD OF CYCLES

OF GROWTH WITHIN DECAY.

WHERE DEATH AND BIRTH PERPETUATE

WHERE NIGHT CONSUMES EACH DAY.

 

A CADENCE FOR EACH SEASON

A RHYTHM FROM THE PAST.

EACH SPECIES DANCES ITS OWN STEPS

THAT SHOULD FOREVER LAST.

 

A BALANCE FOR EACH LIVING THING

WHERE ALL THINGS PLAY THEIR PART.

WHERE THE EBB AND FLOW ETERNALLY

BRINGS THE END BACK TO THE START.

WHAT PUNISHMENT SHALL FIT THIS CRIME?

FOR THE TREACHERY AND LYING.

THE HOURGLASS IS FILLED WITH BONES

WHERE SAND POURS ON THE DYING.

 

AND AFRICA A SKELETON

AGAINST A SICKLE MOON.

POINTING AT THIS KILLING GROUND

A PORTENT OF OUR DOOM.

 

A DESERT FULL OF EMPTINESS

STILL ECHOES WITH THE PAIN.

AND VOICES TRAPPED IN CRUELTY

CALL OUT THROUGH THE RAIN.

 

THE SILENCE JUST HOLDS FRAGMENTS

STILL QUESTIONING THE PAST.

LIKE PICTURES FADE TO NOTHINGNESS

THE DREAM COULD NEVER LAST.

OUR LIVES DEVOID OF MEANING

WHAT’S LOST SHALL NOT BE FOUND.

UNTIL SOMEHOW OUR SPIRITS FIND

WHATS BURIED IN THIS GROUND.

 

SO TELL YOUR CHILDREN FAIRY TALES

AS THE TEARS FALL ON THE PAGE.

WHEN WE KILLED WHAT MADE US HUMAN

TO EMBRACE AN EMPTY AGE.

 

WHEN THE YEARS HAVE FILLED EACH HOOFPRINT

WITH THE DUST THAT ONCE WAS BONE.

THE DRY WIND WILL STILL REMIND US

WE SHALL ALWAYS BE ALONE!

 

Keep the wisdom of The Vanishing close to your soul – and always remember what we are striving for – with each shared idea and every changed heart. We can make a difference for the animals – one step at a time!

 Rosemary Wright

Caring Animal Blogger

Blog: www.abeatingheart.ca

E-Mail: mail@abeatingheart.ca