Scoffers

Beyond this world of self-made sin,
Lies the poets' fabled dream,
Faeries fly on gossamer wings,
In their own life stream.

Not too often do we see,
Other-dimensionality,
Too oft, our fear won't let us free,
To know beyond actuality.

And so we judge what others know,
And our egos won't let go,
Can't admit we may be wrong,
Won't listen to another's song.

Lalala, like bratty kids,
Sticking fingers in our ears,
We won't hear the voices hidden,
That bring tears to hearts, unbidden.

Some will never know the beauty,
Slaving in their self-chosen duty,
Others will deny the Love,
That is Now sent from Above.

Some have heard the Angels sing,
Some have seen them on the wing,
Others see the ships of Light
Flashing in the starry night.

But the scoffers still deny,
Anything that they can't see
They have bought into the lie,
There's no other reality.