Reckoning

Reckoning

A Poem by Laz K.

Lift the stone from the shoot,

It grows; pull up the weeds, and

It needs no further instruction,

The flower knows which way to go.

Yet, we carry sacks of stones,

And dare not grab and tear at the

Evil that creeps and climbs on

Our libs like the serpent in Eden,

But we feed it till we’re all but eaten.

Pleas for freedom ring hollow like

A sermon in an empty church,

Lies comfort us; the truth is a scourge.

Plant a good seed deep in dark soil,

Light a little lamp, and fill with oil.

God is not mocked, the world will turn, and

We’ll be paid in full what we earned. 

© 2025 Laz K.


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You just reminded me of a time I was too young for nursery/kindergarten and was watching my mum planting flowers and freaking out that all the seeds were upside down and would only grow downwards, later appearing in australia to a very confused Aussie wandering around the bush... which I thought was one single bush!
Pfft, grownups can be so confuseable! 😃
I remember my mum telling me that the sun was like a big magnet for flowers and plants to help them grow the right way up. But I was still dubious because she also told me that Maggie Murphy was coming to get me every time I fibbed, which was itself a fib and she never came to take her away! 😃
I also remember thinking that God must be a really good listener, especially if the church was full and he had to listen to all those people thinking "is he listening to my thoughts now?" Which was what I thought every time I went, so assumed everyone else did too!
Completely misunderstanding that because I knew most of the people there that there was a bigger world out there, bit I found that out later, when I was allowed to go as far as the local shop and back, especially if my mum was running out of tea bags or cigarettes. And yes younger viewers, I may have only been about six, but I had a note from my mum, which made it perfectly legal! 😃


Posted 6 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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You just reminded me of a time I was too young for nursery/kindergarten and was watching my mum planting flowers and freaking out that all the seeds were upside down and would only grow downwards, later appearing in australia to a very confused Aussie wandering around the bush... which I thought was one single bush!
Pfft, grownups can be so confuseable! 😃
I remember my mum telling me that the sun was like a big magnet for flowers and plants to help them grow the right way up. But I was still dubious because she also told me that Maggie Murphy was coming to get me every time I fibbed, which was itself a fib and she never came to take her away! 😃
I also remember thinking that God must be a really good listener, especially if the church was full and he had to listen to all those people thinking "is he listening to my thoughts now?" Which was what I thought every time I went, so assumed everyone else did too!
Completely misunderstanding that because I knew most of the people there that there was a bigger world out there, bit I found that out later, when I was allowed to go as far as the local shop and back, especially if my mum was running out of tea bags or cigarettes. And yes younger viewers, I may have only been about six, but I had a note from my mum, which made it perfectly legal! 😃


Posted 6 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

The flowers know only live or die. Humans need someone to blame.

Posted 6 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

The message is loud and clear; man's evil has reached the heights and touched the depths; there must be heavy prices to pay, many crisis yesterday and today.
Wow!
You speak the truth

Posted 6 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Laz K.
Laz K.

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