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Divine Providence
The wings of destiny are stilled, waiting for our play.
Astonished at our slowness, confused at the delay.
Disappointment in mankind by now’s a usual thing.
What new human horror will the future bring?
We’ve poisoned oceans, sullied air and burdened earth with junk.
Enough to put Ma Nature in a perpetual funk.
She balks and sends out warriors to try to curb our lusts,
but still mankind continues to turn shouldn’ts into musts.
She now sees she was misguided in creating human fools,
with all of their excesses flaunting all her rules.
Soon she’ll find another way to try to clear her slate of them
as destiny stands waiting to see what is the fate of them.
For dVerse Poets, we were to choose a Spanish term to use for the subject of a poem. In Spanish, Divina Providencia means destiny with choices and spiritual interventions. My poem is about how mankind has unfortunately chosen to respond to that divine providence.
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
Very thought-provoking.
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A very deep message in this poem.
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Love this metrical verse and use of rhyme, Judy, to drive home its indicting sentiment. Its hard to see reversing our destiny at this late stage.
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I guess it is in the way of nature for most species to wipe themselves out…or for their environment to do so. Ironic that they are genetically reproducing extinct species when we are doing our best to eradicate our own.
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If the earth is a dog, we are the felt in its fur… sooner or later we will drown
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She balks and sends out warriors to try to curb our lusts,but still mankind continues to turn shouldn’ts into musts.
This is a great line, Judy. In the end she will win as she always has in the past!
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What happened to the days when we could write gentle lyrical poems instead of needing to write polemical pieces – the answer is set out in your poem with rhythm and rhyme piledriving the point home…
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I do have a poem that gives hope for the lyrical poems that come from the best inner parts of us. I’ll try to find it and give a link.
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Anger is an energy!
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The earth will bounce back. Humanity? Not so much….
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We might be a blip in the geological record and given the rarity of becoming fossilised, our artifacts are more likely to be the only evidence of our existence.
Meanwhile, the Slipper Limpets will carry on regardless…
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Fantastic poem, Judy!
Yvette M Calleiro 🙂
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Well done, Judy.
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A harsh truth beautifully stated.
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