The Heart Of The World

The Heart of the World

An old poem with a theme that’s still on-going.

The Heart of the World

The tower of Babel will rise
when we use our ears and our eyes
forgive us all we know not what we do
or you’d be hearing me and I’d be seeing you

When we tune into the vibration of love

doors open with no push or shove

believe and the belief rings true
just think of the angels thinking of you

We’d better stop, look and listen
the lights are turning green for go
all hands on deck there’s work to do

although you don’t need me to tell you so

We’d better keep the heart of the world pumping

keep it pumping

There’s a soft spot in us all
believe me it’s there no matter how small

Divinity’s wellspring swollen ripe

pulsations of Eden’s light

Hey beautiful hobo shake
free from the demons that make
you frozen stiff and lonely in the crowd
everyone’s just wanting to shout the same thing out loud

Do we have eyes to see with ?

Do we have ears to hear with?

We’d better stop, look and listen
the lights are turning green for go
all hands on deck there’s work to do

although you don’t need me to tell you so

We’d better keep the heart of the world pumping

keep it pumping

© Anne Beverly Brown