Catalyst For Change

Poets bless the future

With warnings from the past

Passing up the present

Where memories never last.

Nostradamus saw the visions

Of someday what would be

Reaching out across the centuries

To try to help us see.

One step off the written page

Some say he was deranged

Writing quatrains in the darkness

This catalyst for change.

Out there on the foggy street

Beer stained voices roam

With battered hat and whiskered face

He took his black lung home.

He spoke of solidarity

Many thought him strange

He spoke a prophets wisdom

This catalyst for change.

Jesus chose to sacrifice

To make the weakest strong

On the endless road to paradise

On the path of right and wrong.

Some say his words were babble

Some say he was deranged

His words defined our history

This catalyst for change.

Fred Steele © 2012

From the book One Old Stately Pine