An Ode to Robert Bly

The giving soul of the poet strives against the greedy soul of the profiteer.

Who is the champion of rightdoing and who the nemesis of wrongdoing?

The sadness of children's screams; the reality of wrongdoing echoes across the known universe.  

Christ weeps for the dead and dying. 

Until love lifts its healing head; we are plagued by hate and deadly deeds.  

The island of tranquility stands alone in a sea of chaos.  We know it is there.  

Getting to it is not that great.  We have each other the poet pleads.  The greedy look the other way; counting their thirty pieces.

What profit a man if he gain the whole world and lose his soul?



Hang in there Ben.

Dave