Invades dreams of the wordsmith
Pictor paints with verse
Eleven AM Neighborhood kids are at school Cherish the silence
Morning, 7 AM Sitting alone in my kitchen; Warm, for a winter’s day; Window’s now open; Birds chirping at the sunrise; Vivaldi on the FM. This sleepy, concert attendee Sips coffee and wonders what This new day will bring. And then, I start thinking of: You and the job you hate, and You with the new diagnosis, and You, running out of money before the end of the month – again, and You, who know you are stuck, but options elude you, and You, pondering divorce, and You, pondering suicide, and You, feeling crushed by a bitter disappointment, and You who can’t get to work because the Local politicians with municipal budget woes Canceled your neighborhood bus route Just when your car was repossessed, and You who would follow your doctor’s orders If you could just afford the prescription, and You, alone and afraid, and You, unable to tell someone, anyone What’s really going on in your life, and You who must survive another day of Dropping bombs, and You who try to dodge them. Sometimes, when I am alone and very quiet, I can hear the crying. Not everyday, you understand; Just at certain times of the year. When the energies of the Sun, sky, moon, stars and Some unnamed, mysterious force Vibrate. Sound waves, Moving away from their sources, Clash. This painfully exquisite moment Can be experienced by anyone, I think. On such days, if one is quietly and reverently observing Just as the upper edge of the sun appears over the horizon, An ethereal contradiction is revealed: The bliss and promise of a new day in juxtaposition to the Ongoing suffering in the world. Each time I experience this, I am stunned and Cannot speak of it. How can this elderly heart withstand, Much less survive, Holding this in full awareness? An intimate relationship with the world’s suffering, For any sustained period of time is Unbearable. As much as I have criticized them, Distractions have value: Reality TV, Game apps, sex, and shopping Drugs, the latest X, and the newest Y More sex, Over-scheduling, busy – busy - busy Trying to solve A, when we know that B is the REAL problem, ...and all of the other Imaginative and sometimes Desperate measures we employ to Survive the unbearable truth that Occasionally seeps into our awareness. Dear One, I understand. I do it too. Wait - If we are all Numbing ourselves with distractions, How does “change” occur? How do conditions improve? It must be that over the millennia, Saintly, heroic, Herculean, and Spiritually powerful souls have Walked this Earth, Heard the cries of the suffering, Breathed in the contradiction, and Surrendered to instructions from the ether. Willing to be used as an Instrument for social change, they were Mandela, Gandhi, King, and a few other Major players on the world stage. But then - What is my part? What is your part? Is there anything we should be doing? Hmmm. I do not have a Satisfactory answer yet. This may require our Collective consideration. I'll put the kettle on. All I know is One must be very careful about Participating in a morning cacophony Produced by the energetic convergence of Sunrise, backyard birds, Vivaldi and the Provocative forces of nature that CONSPIRE to WAKE ME UP!
All the Best