If I am quick to condemn you
I will be quick to hide my own darkness
If I am quick to forgive you for being human
I’ll be quick to find my own lightness of being
Quick to heal from disappointment with myself
Quick to hear mercy calling my name
I am not afraid of your dark only because forgiveness provided the power to overcome and to make my own decisions in the light.
Who invited me
To be the judge and jury of politicians and other flawed beings?
Who asked for my
Expert advice about how the universe SHOULD be run?
Who am I to judge
Those who have tried and failed or whose motives may be suspect?
If I want to judge
I must try myself, or not cast stones at those who do
If I come down
Off my throne and enter the race
It may prove
To be tougher than it looks from above the fray
To have an opinion and yes, passion, about what is fair
If I am willing to do more than screech about how I care
(originally posted July 2015)
There are always three choices:
1. Mourn the past (If only…)
2. Long for the future (When I finally…)
3. Make the most of the present (What is life asking of me right now?)
For me, this starts with replacements:
1. A smile for a frown (Yes!)
2. A laugh for a tear (Whatever!)
3. A challenge for fear (Bring it on!)
“Whatever the present moment contains, accept it as if you have chosen it. Always work with it, not against it..this will miraculously transform your whole life.” – Eckhart Tolle
I have taken you for granted.
I am surrounded by you everywhere, and have forgotten to notice
I have used you, haven’t I?
I have used you for complaints, sighs, and curses
For browsing, searching, hustling for meaning
While ignoring the refreshment you give to my one trillion cells
Without you, I can’t go on living (and that is not a metaphor)
Please don’t leave me
Give me another chance (or several) to show you the gratitude your deserve
Right now, I apologize.
I breathe in a breath full of you and promise to thank you more often
Atoms of Oxygen, will you accept my apology?
(Posted in a different form last year, but figured reading it once a year wouldn’t hurt.)
Where does love live in my body?
In my eyes?
When they observe in gentleness
in no hurry to sneer or blink?
In my blood?
Rushing mile after mile, there and back
until every thirsty cell has its needed drink?
In my lungs?
Deeply breathing in the essential now
without thought for what comes next?
In my muscles?
Springing into action and relaxing
This poem was inspired by a meditation in the book, Practice You by Elena Brower.
(Thank you, Allison Graves, for the conduit of awareness.)
Lift your head with resolve
Relax your grasping hands and your furrowed brow
Drop the skeleton of your thwarted dreams
And walk away with a firm step planted in this good earth
The fading victim
(Just yesterday, so strong and threatening)
Has, at last, yielded
To unexpected joy
(Written in memory of myself, rescued by the inspiration of a myriad of angels, women, and men whom the world was not worthy to know.)