Poem: Long Was The Summer Day

Summer days, long and lose, out wandering
The public footpath to the big woods, my friend
And I. We stopped at a small trickle of a stream
On a farmer's land, fenced off from the path.
Brimming with youthful rebellion we
Jumped the wire fence and over the stream.
Hours passed as we built a small damn and 
Watched the sheep meander.
We claimed the land in our minds, just for the day.
We waived to the passers by,
Lawfully walking the path through 'our land.'
Long was the summer day, cool was the stream
As it slipped through our fingers and 
Over the tumbling damn. The day was ours to own,
Until the silent call to be home for Tea,
Our empty stomachs urging us homeward.
We jumped the fence back to reality and
The footpath home.

Poem: Having Purpose

Striving and failing, repeatedly.
The defeated fall below their imposed par;
partly theirs, partly someone else's.
We often strive without direction, without purpose
on the treadmill of life, running and staying.
People, teams, businesses; we mistake rewards for purpose,
the spoils with the destination.
When we have no destination and no map or compass to speak of
we fail in our pursuits. Our purpose defines our destination
and our reason for going there. It is the means by which we transform
the world for the better. It is how we uplift others
and help them become their best selves.
To help others find fulfilment is to fulfil what it means to be human.

Poem: Unity in a Crisis, Two Sides of Humanity

I made a mistake, I panicked,
I bought too many, more than I needed,
I raised my voice and was unkind,
I blamed others for our collective situation,
I became divisive and against the ‘other’.

You bought more than you needed,
Because the extra was for your neighbour,
You spoke gentle words full of forgiveness and kindness,
Because that is what is needed,
You took responsibility for those around you, to care for them,
Because this is what leadership looks like,
You spread joy and laughter, inspiration and unity,
Because these are remedies for hurt.

The crisis is a catastrophe, but you were a beacon of hope,
I made it worse, but you forgave me and showed me a better way.

Now I buy for my neighbour, because they need it,
Now I show forgiveness and kindness to others, because we need it,
Now I take responsibility and care for those around me, because it is right,
Now I spread joy and laughter, inspiration and unity, 
Because we are one humanity, we always have been, 
But it took a crisis that shook the world to see it.

Poem: I Am Here

The earth spins on its axis creating this day,
And every other day and night since
before life blossomed here.
The earth hurtles through space around our
shining star, creating years and seasons.
This place, this point in space where
I sit and write these words will never be
visited again by this earth.
This earth, spinning and orbiting,
this galaxy turning, this universe expanding
and I am sitting here writing these words,
these observations.
Here in this moment I write words on
the remnants of a once living tree.
Words that moments ago did not exist
as they do here, together, expressing
something deep within me that can
barely find expression. I am here.

By David Meachem