Poetry

Soul Ache

Some do not believe people have souls.
They are biological literalists,
accepting only what their eyes can see,
their fingers touch,
and their ears hear.
Perhaps they are right.
Maybe the ache I feel is merely chemical reactions
in my brain, synapses firing in my nervous system,
and the natural result of my body reacting to both.
That could be all there is to it.

But I believe that my soul is aching today.
It is an ache beyond just the natural consequences of
living a life in a world filled with pain and sorrow.
It goes beyond, at least for me, the physiological.
I could be wrong; I know this.
And yet I believe my soul aches
for all the hurt and hate and cruelty I see.
My soul aches for those in grief and mourning.
My soul aches for this world we call home
and for all love and life lost.
Yes, it is just a belief and I have no empirical proof,
but my soul aches.

Categories: Poetry | Tags: , | Leave a comment

Night Terror

I hear them breathing
and in the dim light of the luminescent clock,
I see the gentle rise of the covers and
their subtle movements

walking to their room,
moments before,
the cold of the hard floor on my feet
had seeped into my heart,
but it was not cold enough to numb
the panic I felt.

but now,
kneeling in my underwear by their bed.
at 4:00 a.m.
things are better than I thought
mom and dad are here, asleep,
and I know I am not alone.
the terror invoked by my dreams recedes.

touching their sleeping feet -
just to make sure,
I turn and tiptoe back to bed,
I will sleep again,
the dreams will return,
but for now,
for just this moment,
I am not afraid.

Categories: Poetry | Tags: , , , , | Leave a comment

On January 11th

1813 – The first pineapples were planted in Hawaii (And you thought they were native to Hawaii, didn’t you?  I know I did).

1903 – Alan Paton, South African writer and author of Cry, the Beloved Country, was born. Some quotes from Paton follow.

“But there is only one thing that has power completely, and this is love. Because when a man loves, he seeks no power, and therefore he has power.”

“The tragedy is not that things are broken. The tragedy is that things are not mended again.”

“There is a hard law. When an injury is done to us, we never recover until we forgive. ”

“The truth is, our civilization is not Christian; it is a tragic compound of great ideal and fearful practice, of loving charity and fearful clutching of possessions.”

1907  - The Church of God, headquartered today in Cleveland, Tennessee, and with roots going back to 1886, officially adopted its current name.  The Church of God is the original “holy roller” church, and was also the church of my childhood and youth.

1952 – The Bollingen Prize for poetry was awarded to Marianne Moore.   Below is her poem “The Past is the Present.”

If external action is effete
and rhyme is outmoded,
I shall revert to you,
Habakkuk, as when in a Bible class
the teacher was speaking of unrhymed verse.
He said – and I think I repeat his exact words -
“Hebrew poetry is prose
with a sort of heightened consciousness.” Ecstasy affords
the occasion and expediency determines the form

1959 – The Bollingen Prize for poetry was awarded to Theodore Roethke,  Below is his poem “The Right Thing.”

Let others probe the mystery if they can.
Time-harried prisoners of Shall and Will-
The right thing happens to the happy man.

The bird flies out, the bird flies back again;
The hill becomes the valley, and is still;
Let others delve that mystery if they can.

God bless the roots!-Body and soul are one!
The small become the great, the great the small;
The right thing happens to the happy man.

Child of the dark, he can out leap the sun,
His being single, and that being all:
The right thing happens to the happy man.

Or he sits still, a solid figure when
The self-destructive shake the common wall;
Takes to himself what mystery he can,

And, praising change as the slow night comes on,
Wills what he would, surrendering his will
Till mystery is no more: No more he can.
The right thing happens to the happy man.

1984 – The Supreme Court reinstated a $10 million award to Karen Silkwood’s family.  To read about her life and death, I suggest clicking here.

Categories: People I Quote, Poetry, Today in History | Tags: , , , , , , , , , | 1 Comment

Blog at WordPress.com. Theme: Adventure Journal by Contexture International.