Tectonic Shifts
written by: Michael Zeller
@Zell_man
Beneath my feet I feel the rumble rise
Tectonic movements change the maps we know
What once was solid kneads and folds like dough
Unrolled and stretched beneath the silent skies
The folk of earth cry out and raise their eyes,
Imploring fate and fellow man to show
A helping hand to lift them from below.
A mounting chorus rising in their cries
Our people can no longer duty shirk.
The rumble shakes foundations ‘neath our feet,
Revealing in our platitudes the lie.
Now move for action: Change what doesn’t work!
Bring justice, peace, and hope to all we meet,
An edifice of love can lift us high.
Michael started writing poetry as a way to explore big ideas in faith and philosophy and as a way of tying creativity into these things. He works as a mental health professional helping people make sense of hard experiences. Metaphor and imagery are important and valuable tools in his work and are part of why poetry has resonated with his approach to big ideas.
Latest posts by Michael Zeller (see all)
- The Earthen Vessel - April 23, 2024
- Tectonic Shifts - January 26, 2024
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