From the same Source by Stan Phillips We are all sprung from the same source. With the same blood flowing in our veins Hearts beating with the same rhythm. Eyes seeing the same world. We are all sprung from the same source. To breathe our limited lives away the best we can as we walk our way towards inevitable death. And yet we fritter our few years away on conflict and war. We are all sprung from the same source And destined for the same end But we create divisions between us By land that was never given us by anyone, But was just there for us to live with, and upon. And we divide ourselves by gender By colour By enthnicity By religion And fight our futile wars over our differences that, With the passage of years, are seen for the nonsense they always were. Nothing more than the egoistic strutting of small men and women. But those peacock displays are paid with the lives and blood and tears of wasted lives. Innocent lives gone forever. Hollow weeping echoing down the days and night.
We are all sprung from the same source And destined to become stardust. Just our few short years To love and laugh. Drifting days to maintain ourselves Reproduce ourselves And enhance ourselves. So when will we stop the vanity of others, The vainglorious dreams of the mighty, The misbegotten ambitions of politicians and warmongers, Get in the way of our own glory? When will we decide to choose peace? Over conflict? Love over hope? Life over death? It is surely up to each and every one of us To celebrate that which unites, rather than divides us. For we are sprung from the same source And destined to breathe our final breath one distant day, Before vanishing forever off the face of this earth. And will we spend our few days embracing each other? Or fighting each other? Surely we all know what we really want. I just wonder why we find loving each other so challenging? Stan Phillips 2020
Stan Phillips is an 80 year old poet, musical podcast maker, part-time wannabe male model, and occasional stand up comedian. “I used to be a psychotherapist/counsellor when I had an honest job. I was born into prewar London, and attended 17 schools (my father believed they couldn’t hit a moving target) and I eventually finished up here in Ireland. Still wondering what I will be when I grow up — but enjoying writing my quirky poetry as I do so.” Discover more about Stan on Mom’s Favorite Reads website: https://moms-favorite-reads.com/moms-authors/stan-phillips - 39 -
