I Do Not Stand on a False Mountain

By Mary Hope Ibach

We all have things in our lives that we must face,past, present and future. Warnings are displayed everyday,sometimes we listen,sometimes we shrug it off and say ,"This could never happen". We must all wake up to see the things that need to be worked through with faith in our future time.
For we are on the front lines of something new.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Nov 6, 2012
• ISBN: 9781479726462

Mary Hope Ibach

She started writing poetry in 1979, mostly about her kids, friends, and feelings about people, relationships, and the world. Searching for Wisdom after the storms of the times. Sailing into personal storms, and finding a kind of survivalist truth.

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The Face of Complacency

The face of complacency drove me

Away from all that I saw,

As not my cup of tea.

I didn’t like my world,

I tried to let them know it.

Those I could get to listen.

Listen to this!

It worked in my life

For a while.

My own personal trail for

Survival was ahead of me.

Even after the cultural Renaissance.

After all I’m just being born.

A war baby, a baby boomer.

The biggest and the best

They called us, all through

The cold war days.

When the red communists

Were considered, the devil himself.

An infamous butcher of innocent families

struggling to be free.

In a post war world of

Miraculous life improving inventions.

Prosperity not experienced

in this world.

Ever or before.

Like the second coming

Of Christ,

Was the coming of survival,

And the reclaiming peace and freedom for all.

But peace was bought at the cost

Of our peace of mind,

With the bombing

Of Hiroshima and Nagasaki.

For every sound would

Hold a pounding fear.

Screaming, leering into the ultimate

Torch of destruction,

In a flash,

In a terrifying moment,

That seemed to haunt

The darkness.

We would be wiped out,

Snuffed out like a blow torch

To a candle, and be sent to where

To limbo, to purgatory, to hell itself?

Because heaven must be entered

On wings of righteousness.

A full, good life,

When our tired eyes close

With loved ones surrounding

Our bed, with prayers

Guiding us through the door

To eternity and peace.

I knew peace when I would pray

My fears away.

And who are we beyond

The fears and the conflicts?

We found knowledge spewing

Out of that talking, teaching,

Instigating box.

Your surrogate parent,

Your ultimate indoctrinator,

The television!

The polished dream machine,

The speaker of truth

As it probably should be.

How did we know?

We listened, we glistened,

In the light of the glamourous life,