Read Proverbs last night
and feel deeply depressed;
what happened to my quest
for wisdom, what happened
to the search for words with
insight, what is the result of
my attempts?
What happened to my ideal of
thinking before I speak, contem-
plating spiritual peace and how
to attain it - why did I think such
barbed-wired thoughts that my
emotions and feelings
launched a revolt?
How did I end up with this dry
political text, why did the world
close up like a scorching desert,
why did I lose the tracks leading
to a green oasis of trees meant for
rest? Why did the roses wither
and die?
Margaret Alice
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/roses-wither-die/
