Altar of the World

The altar of the world
takes our sacrifice,
each generation
stacked like kindling
on the stone slab,
struck by lightning
afire and burning
as a signal
in the silent dark
that the struggle
will continue
and there is hope.




Waldron sunrise


8 Responses to “Altar of the World”

  1. Pichay says:

    Thank you, Don. Release and continuity, ok. Struggle, hope and continuity, uncertain. I tend to link “hope” with “trying”…a red flag for me recently. Without strokes there is no swimming, only sinking.

  2. Bill Dare says:

    I’m so grateful for your continuing service to our Community, Don.

  3. David Banner says:

    Don…yes, we continue to seek a more beautiful world and dream of it…and work towards it…..and there IS hope.

  4. Like your picture says there is a hope that a new dawn produces a new hope, a longing, really ,for the inner realization of our Divinity and as your lines suggest we continue each generation lighting up with new hope and burning with desire. I love the thoughts this poem evokes.

  5. Marco Menato says:

    Its not as if we have choice … that’s life! Very grateful for your weekly rhythm, Don!

  6. Tom Wilson says:

    The poem is a wee altar of hope itself. Keep bearing witness to the human spirit.

  7. Athena Coleman says:

    just beautiful

  8. Maria Jimenez Frid says:

    In the continuum of life there is always hope and brilliance ………..thank you Don. Your poetry always touches my heart!

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