On the Purpose of Global Warming and Human Existence, in Light of a Compassionate God

Sometimes the calliope plays soft performances on its own to fill a temporarily empty stage. Jane is unable to judge their inspiration, as she is poor at appreciating poetry.

The water comes,
The water goes,
Lapping on a frozen shore.

The water comes,
The water goes,
It is not water any more.

The water says,
“Return to me;
The land returning to the sea.”

And why are we?
And why are we?
To melt that iceberg for the sea.

One thought on “On the Purpose of Global Warming and Human Existence, in Light of a Compassionate God

  1. I am like Jane, in that I am no expert in poetry. But I like this! The patterns remind me of the sound of the ocean. Eerily soothing, given the subject matter.

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