The world clicks by in screens of graphic gain,
each hour refined for either profit, loss, or trend.
Praising the sharpest tools ever made to explain,
yet wondering why these days refuse to bend.
I walk beneath the wires and silent trees
and feel a hunger numbers cannot feed.
Our minds seem full of malaise and disease,
which is surely something none of us need.
I’d trade this clever age, so sure it’s new,
to be a Pagan suckled in a creed outworn*,
to hear a god breathe as the wind blows through,
and see the ocean settle for a new dawn.
These times, obsolete is the wonder, not belief;
The myth awakes where certainty may sleep.
Shared with W3 #190 – quoting Wordsworth*
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Great stuff. Wordsworth rides again!
“I’d trade this clever age, so sure it’s new,…” So would so many of us.
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I rode the wave of modern technology but still rooted in more simpler times.
Thanks Josie 🙏
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Well done Shaun
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Thank you Sadje 🙏
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You’re welcome
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Shaun, this is lovely! You really made the Wordsworth line your own!! Bravo!!
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👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻
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You have said it so well – as time passes by, new knowledge which not everyone can or want to understand fully is occupying the minds – this knowledge is welcome but it is taking us away from the nature – the pagan way of understanding of the nature & world.
Our minds seem full of malaise and disease,
which is surely something none of us need.
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