Lost and Found Love

One of the greatest gifts my daughter ever gave me is when she told me that, even though her father and I were divorced, she always knew that we both loved her. With all the doubt and guilt I assume most parents carry about their child rearing, to have an adult child proclaim that, through all the roller coaster rides of this thing we call life, she never lost the thread of love that extended over five hundred miles between me and her father's homes is a miracle, in my estimation.

Is there anything more valuable in a person's life than knowing that you are loved? Not pampered, but loved for who you really are, and helped to define who you are meant to become?

The enmity between he and I has long since been put to rest, but that's not to say that it doesn't rear it's ugly head when we least expect it. In times of extreme stress, why is it that our worst selves surface? Is the real purpose of our souls to keep shining a light into our darkest hours and guide us back out of the pits of our desperation?

Our grandchildren are now almost grown, and I like to believe that they all share in this feeling of well-being that apparently permeates my daughter's childhood memories. There is nothing more pleasurable to me than watching my children parent the next generation. I firmly believe that the faces we put on God are based on our own experience with our parents and other authority figures. As long as my children and grandchildren feel real love, I believe their spirits will soar and they will become the best they can be.

I pray that we can continue to keep the focus on the most precious gift of our short marriage: our children and their children, down through many generations.

Animal Instincts

I think it is important that we face the fact
That our ancestors were animals so we don't slide back.
Even though we became human, it's important in doing what's right
To temper our passions, or the strongest win every fight.
The animal kingdom, without humanity, is survival of the fittest,
But we have been given the capacity for compassion, bit-by-bit.

Our animal natures seek companionship of like creatures;
Compassion for others should be our most enlightened feature.
We must seek this Spirit for ourselves and for our young
Making the best of the human nature in which we should be strong.
The spark of The Spirit in each of us that we call the soul
Must purposely bond with others who help to make us whole.

Seeing The Spirit

When we limit the face of God to only what we see,
We take away the grace that should be allowed to flow free.
A person who has never known a loving father
Is not likely to, with God the Father, bother.
A person who had brothers who tortured him or her for fun
Is not apt to think that Jesus is a brother and God's son.
Those who feel The Spirit in the sun, the wind, and rain
Are more likely to, earth's sense of wholeness, reclaim.
Some of us have hearts to whom words mean a lot;
For others, words heard, are quickly forgot.

For them, scriptures with their mysteries must be acted out
By those who have absorbed the lessons they're about.
Working together toward a common goal is bonding to some,
And when the work is finished, a spirit of unity has begun.
To some a loving touch is their connection to heaven,
And the burdens of their lives, this will quickly leaven.
For others a smile, a shared laugh, or a twinkle in the eye
Gives them the courage to get up again and try.
Whatever helps us to create a world of our better selves
Should be honored as a place where The Spirit indwells.

My Sassy Sister

My sister was so precious
As a small, strong child;
She was also feisty,
Which often made me smile.

Her tenacity got her beaten,
Much to my chagrin.
I often wished that adults
Would let her insights in.

She grew up to disappear
Into many drug addictions;
This is because she wasn't
Honored in her predilections.

She was punished for being earthy;
She was punished for being afraid;
She was punished for following examples,
That our authorities had made.

She is long-dead, but her children
Still carry the pain and shame
That was visited on my sister
In our parents' god's name.

Righteous Anger and Relationships

Righteous anger is allowed;
Otherwise it becomes a shroud
Of depression, and so much worse;
It literally becomes a curse.

The anger and hurt not expressed
Is left for others to digest.
Sins of the fathers are passed to sons
Since the dawn of mankind was begun.

When will we learn to negotiate
With each other for a better fate?
To say that you hurt me is not the same
As laying on shameful blame.

It is actually the mark of affection
To worry about someone's rejection.
But if we don't admit our vulnerability
We'll walk away instead of saying, "I'm sorry."

Goodness and the Gift of Years

I'm reading the autobiography of Mahatma Gandhi,
His search for truth for all to see.
His journey was one of self denial,
Which put his family through terrible trials.
I ask myself if these are the reasons
Many religious leaders have no daughters or sons.
Is it fair for martyrs to endanger those
Who, in their families, seek repose?

Perhaps the reason we have been granted long lives
Is to have several years to, for others, strive.
Once we finish bringing up children of our own,
Should we bring more children home?
Or should we serve those who have lost their way,
When there's no danger they'll lead our children astray?
Whatever we do for those in need is God's work,
Which, as members of the human family, we must not shirk.

Defining Despotism

There are those that request that I not say
What is written on my heart on any given day.
But respectfully speaking out is a right I'll defend
And it is on what I believe our sanity depends.
We cannot create justice or right ancestral wrongs
Until we put past prejudices where they belong.
The ability to choose, above power, compassion
Is what makes the lowly animal into a human.
The fear of hell's punishment has created many gains,
We can hope that as fear is calmed, compassion will remain.

The struggle against despotism is won one people at a time;
It wasn't long ago, abuse in our country was declared crime.
Despots declared that their god is like a man,
Because this helped them justify their own plans.
Any voice who declared rule by force wrong
Was branded as heretic and damned by their throngs.
Control by fear and accompanying oppression,
Which included from, their heaven, our rejection.
Fear and respect were taught as the same;
The most powerful would always, victory claim.

It has been a difficult and painful transition
In redefining the roles of women and men.
There are those of us who stay home by choice,
But we and our mates finally have equal voice.
We are no longer willing to be slave and master,
Although there's still debris from the disaster.
It is a horrible shame that those who suffer the most
Are the vulnerable about whose loving care we boast.
Until we put our comforts on the line, to justice defend,
The angry battles in our turf wars will never end.