And It Has All Come to Nothing, My Weeping and Railing – Poem by Michael Blumenthal

The world is.

Prairies pass-coneflowers, coquelicots, thistle.

And the passerine birds.

Whatever’s monstrous stays monstrous,

and the beautiful, too-it stays.

So much wind

has passed through me,

so many invectives, blasphemies,

riffs and snatches of disputation.

And now I have come to see

it’s all to no avail: I am

what I am, dreams be damned.

Only a true romantic

could hope to change me,

only something stronger than the winds is

could gather me up

take me in its

and blow me peacewards.


Michael Blumenthal

…and I believe that such a force does exist… that could gather me up and change me… I do… it is possible. ;~)

Using the word “love” sounds too trite… but there is such a force… I feel it everyday when I connect with the Creator and Earth Mother… aho.

(note: I am forced to use the “♦” symbol to denote a space since WordPress keeps on deleting the line breaks… a girl’s gotta do what she’s gotta do… )

About Mare Cromwell

Referred to as “The Voice of Earth Mother” by a gifted Shoshone elder, Mare Cromwell is a multi-award-winning author, Medicine woman/Lightworker and healer. She has also been told by another gifted elder that her work with Earth Mother is in the prophecies. Her books include: "The Great Mother Bible"; "Messages from Mother.... Earth Mother"; and "If I gave you God’s phone number.... Searching for Spirituality in America". She has studied with Native American teachers for twenty-two years and sat on the World Council for Wisdom Gatherings for three years. Mare leads workshops on our Sacred Planet-Earth Mother, Womb Wisdom and Sacred Silliness and more. She is the visionary and producer of the 1000 Goddesses Gathering in Washington DC. Mare loves to be involved in Ceremony. She is also a former worm herder. She calls Western Maryland home.
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One Response to And It Has All Come to Nothing, My Weeping and Railing – Poem by Michael Blumenthal

  1. lazfreedman says:

    I really like your poem, Michael
    All the best,

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