The canvas of society
Is blown by the furies of the populace
As we sail the oceanic void of existence.
The passions push as we run downwind,
The bullets fly as we reach,
And the renegades howl as we close haul.
Without the revolutionaries we’d be in irons,
And most times the dangerous blowhards
Fly through the sail to die parched alone.
And yet I cannot help but fear
The storms that blow over our bow
Shall wreck us this time.
I am an ordinary beautiful being.
I am a mundane miracle of creation.
I am a common sacred life.
I am a run-of-the-mill child of God.
Those who fail to study history are doomed to repeat it.
Those who study history are doomed to watch others repeat it.
Reality is to choice
As wealth is to happiness,
As poverty is to despair,
As grief is to hopelessness,
As danger is to fear,
As struggle is to suffering,
As love is to love.
Family.
We all have them.
Our parents had them.
Our’s inherit from theirs.
We play with them.
Sometimes we indulge them.
Sometimes we regret.
We fight with them.
Sometimes we expel them.
Sometimes reunions are … complex.
Yet…
When we acknowledge,
Without subservience,
Their individuality…
When we honor,
Without worshipping,
Their power…
When we forgive,
Without condoning,
Their mistakes…
When we discipline,
Without anger,
Their transgressions…
When we support,
Without coddling,
Their struggles…
When we praise,
Without semblance,
Their growth…
When we accept,
Without shame,
Their flaws…
When we cherish,
Without limits,
Their totality…
Beauty becomes them.
We become whole with them.
We learn the nature of love.
Demons.
We all have them.
Our parents had them.
Our’s inherit from theirs.
We play with them.
Sometimes we indulge them.
Sometimes we regret.
We fight with them.
Sometimes we expel them.
Sometimes reunions are … complex.
Yet…
When we acknowledge,
Without subservience,
Their individuality…
When we honor,
Without worshipping,
Their power…
When we forgive,
Without condoning,
Their mistakes…
When we discipline,
Without anger,
Their transgressions…
When we support,
Without coddling,
Their struggles…
When we praise,
Without semblance,
Their growth…
When we accept,
Without shame,
Their flaws…
When we cherish,
Without limits,
Their totality…
Beauty becomes them.
We become whole with them.
We learn the nature of love.
A. B. Clarke 