Gender

I would love for my mate to not be threatened by me,
But I don’t expect that he can see what I see.
His was a world that was universally protected
By the male god that was then usually projected.
I don’t blame him for the mistakes of our nations,
That were the guiding values for many generations.

I hope that he can accept my pain of process, and then,
Perhaps we, as men and women, can begin again.
At least, he accepts that his mother didn’t love him;
I hope that, with further conversation, things won’t seem so grim.
Fathers used to feel no compunction to fill the empty gaps
In which many mothers of children so clearly had a lack.

I celebrate the opportunity to make family decisions
That, hopefully, will not bring on society’s derision.
If we all free ourselves from prejudice of gender,
Families may be freed to, in this world, enter
A culture where individual gifts are accepted,
Rather than, because of gender, rejected.

Championing Change

When our men were afraid, they were taught to fight
With all their abilities to make things right.
When their women cried out in pain
And they had no skills to make things right again,
They needed a group of capable others
To act as their supportive brothers.

Now we look at women and their men
As capable of being equally strong friends,
But this hasn't come without sacrifice,
And each of us is paying a bit of the price.
We can't go back to the way things were
Without ushering back in abuses that did occur.

We were taught to shun and persecute those
Who spoke differently or wore "funny" clothes.
In our lifetimes, families have been in transition;
We, who survived the changes may take it as our mission
To keep the light shining on the truth of the way
We treated each other, back in our younger days.

We are only now beginning to understand
That, the world over, every woman and man
Is subject to our own joys and fears;
We all like laughter, and we all shed tears.
The color of skin is caused by climate;
We don't choose the color that we get.

It is quite an awesome responsibility
To have our minds and hearts set free.
My mate and I struggle to relate,
But when we do, it's reason to celebrate.
We work hard to throw off our prejudice
Hoping our grandchildren will create a world more just.

The Rope of Hope

More than once I tripped and fell
Into despair's deep, dark well.
My friends of faith were there for me,
With a Light that I could only faintly see.
They seemed to have a steadfast hope,
And this, their faith, became my rope.

I knew that they would hold on tight
Until I developed faith, in my own right.
Their faith also seems to give them discipline
That keeps them from completely giving in.
They soldier on; even when they don't win,
They dust themselves off and begin again.

I began to look for the source of this Light;
I have found my own source of delight,
That they find in their religions, but I
See when I look into their loving eyes.
Some of them also share with me
Other places where this Light, they see.

One finds the voice of this Holiness
In the children with whom she is blessed.
Another walks her garden in the morning
And hears this Holy Spirit whispering.
Some assure me that they have husbands
Who are sources of this strength and their friends.

What seems to be common in sister and in brother
Is they find sources of this Light in each other.
The Light that is common to all of us
Is what Christians find in their savior Jesus.
It makes all creation holy ground;
All we have to do is look around.

The wind, the waves, a tear, a laugh
All gifts created on our behalf.
And it is also true that we
Can share the Light we've come to see.
We must open our hearts and open our souls
To embracing and sharing that which makes us whole.

Religion and Decision

We don't give up our animal natures
Just because we get religion.
Our training in religion simply
Gives us new tools for decisions.

Those who hurt others and simply say,
"Jesus died for my sins,"
Apparently don't understand where
Christianity begins and ends.

We are held accountable on earth
For what we do and say;
We must try to make it right with
The people we harm along the way.

This is not just in the afterlife,
But in our time upon this earth;
We must restore to honor those
In whom we may have destroyed worth.

Every time a person demands
More than he or she needs,
This begins a cycle upon
Which fear and hatred breed.

We must learn to ask ourselves,
"Is it need or is it want?"
We must stop looking for
Superiority to flaunt.

Are the things we are pursuing
To strengthen the Eternal Whole,
Or, are we with our jealousy,
Destroying our own souls?

Eternal Ecstacy

It is the ecstasy that I miss the most in religion and in children's faces,
But it's difficult for me to come back down after visiting these holy places.
I've never figured out how others simply return to their mundane duties
After being fully immersed in such otherworldly beauty.
Parents often protect their children from this; men protect their women
Because once the soul starts singing, it's hard to bring it down again.

What is it about exuberance that makes it seem sinful to some?
Rather than explore and channel these passions, why do so many want to run?
How can anyone look at the sky and sea and not have their passions swell?
The majesty of our physical world is a heaven in which we presently dwell.
My mate's arms around me bring to mind the caring of The Almighty;
Watching a mother cradle her babe to her breast makes my heart clutch so tightly.

I see a father teaching his young son how to master a task at hand,
And I see the spark of divinity traveling between the boy and the man.
I have a picture of a beloved nephew the first time he tasted
A dessert that his uncle made; his loving efforts weren't wasted.
The child, for that moment, was transported to a higher plain.
I would love to see this look on the face of a young child again.

I remember when my daughter showed her baby daughter a Christmas dress,
And the child was overcome with laughter at the gift of her mother's best.
The young daughter of a friend is now a young physician;
I remember her joy when we'd prepared a special meal for the children.
I had a peaceful feeling of wholeness as my grandson lay on my chest,
Knowing that he needed me to hold him for him to feel safe enough to rest.

My serene granddaughter who looked at me with her amused, yet skeptical eyes,
And loves still to teach me things; this is love realized.
A granddaughter who still loves for me to hold her while we sing.
I feel like I already have had all the joy that heaven can bring.
I long for others who have the time to sit and reminisce,
But it seems that they're too busy chasing the something else they might miss.

Parenting and Potential

What is it with parents who insist,
"They didn't get that from me."
What is it about "we choose with whom we mate"
Don't these carefree parents see?
This isn't the case in rape and incest,
But it certainly is our nation's norm.
All the excuses we make for ourselves
Do our children irreparable harm.

Genetics has shown us conclusively
The strongest animal and plant breeds
Are not formed by accident and
Don't come from propagating non-hybrid seeds.
We may want to begin pointing out
That the weaknesses of one,
No matter who thinks themselves best,
Are balanced in the genetic sum.

Of course, in the animal kingdom,
Most don't mate for life, it seems.
In humans, competition for most importance
Is what hatches the ugliest schemes.
What may be seen as a lacking
Of necessary strength by the one
May be best and strongest of what,
When bonded to another, we'll become.

Sharing Our Souls

A piece of our souls we pass on to each child
That we are allowed to hold and guide for a while.
Do we really honor this great responsibility
By attempting to become the best that we can be?
Or do we pretend, "Do as I say, not as I do."
Is the message on which our children will follow through?

We now salve our consciences with, "I did the best I could."
Acting as if, by saying this, we turn our guilt into good.
Guilt is not to be confused with destructive shame;
Guilt accepts responsibility; shame seeks to place blame.
We must allow our children to question authority;
They will never become truly adult if we fear honesty.

The problem with being a child is that the power is uneven;
How are dependent babies expected to stand toe-to-toe with men?
If we truly felt that our souls existed in these vulnerable creatures,
Wouldn't we stop competing with them, and become their teachers?
I don't believe that my soul will rest until the pain I caused is undone.
If not by me, I hope by the families of my daughter and my son.

Sneering, snarling, calling names, certainly doesn't show
That both involved parties are attempting to grow.
It does take equal commitment to a relationship,
Or when the going gets rough, one party will certainly quit.
We must ask for an atmosphere of mutual respect
This is the piece that so many conversations neglect.