Speak the good word preacher,
To something we can relate,
Speak of hope,
And why this is as such,
The hurt, the pain in all of us,
Hold all our hearts in tender care,
Our dreams, or worries, our despair
Balance with your own self-care
Lose not yourself,
As weight load shifts,
Preach to us,
Of all of this
Tag: Good
Knowing Evil
I’m attempting to know evil,
To understand and speak on its ways,
But like a well-meaning incantation I wonder,
If this may go all wrong,
Should I face evil
Will I wither in its presence,
Or stand steadfast with resolve?
Will I even know how to identify it?
Will it act coy and deceive with best intentions?
Will it proclaim it’s evil ways,
As comic characters do,
With long drawn out monologues?
I suspect evil is not so easy to be cornered,
That it hides just out of the corner of one’s eye,
Until it has usurped one’s vision,
It is ordinary
Until it is not,
Until it is something initially unimaginable,
Yet creation of this very world,
It is camouflaged,
And of various types,
Of natural and moral operation,
It is human in creation and, or at least in perception,
Evil is the lived unholy,
The antithesis of the ambrosia that is good,
It is terrifying in its presence,
And yet it has a worthy rival opponent in that very good,
That just like evil can be conjured by the force of will,
Of need and drive for a restoration of a healthy equilibrium,
The need and drive to see good prevail,
For evil is an ulcerative sore that can only venture to consume, consume, and consume itself, without a counter balance,
It is disheartening in its presence,
It is weakening in belief,
And yet with faith
There is a force possible to face it,
Faith in the possibility,
In the power,
In the continuance of good,
That which restores hope,
Which reignites will and belief
In the ability for good to face its opposition,
Evil seeks to weaken
With relentless pressure of that which is bad
Upon our lives,
It is oppressive,
A weight of negativity,
And yet,
It is in darkest night that the stars of hope shine brightest.
Evil is a reality,
And yet,
And yet,
We cannot let evil cloud the hope
that shall always remain in the possibility of good.
Humanity of Evil
My task will be to talk on evil,
What a daunting predicament I have put myself in,
Evil,
Such a short word,
With the utmost power
Such a complicated matter,
Of descerning what this force is,
How it is manifest,
And from who and or what it originates,
I cannot subscribe to the school of original sin,
That evil was originated via exercise of free will in a foreseeable folly of curious innocents,
I cannot see evil then placed blame on one gender for the flaws that would have been subject to any other curious innocent,
No,
Evil is a force that exists in possibility of the loss of good,
How is good known without the existence of it’s anthesis?
For this reason I see that evil has always been a part of the scenario, even if in the shadows,
Evil,
The word stings off the tip of the elevated tongue; curved like a snake’s,
It calls to mind images of most horrific atrocities,
And yet,
From evil one may always be amazed,
By the shape of which it may take,
Evil,
We talk about it in hushed voices,
As if in whispers it won’t find us,
Won’t be capable of coming from inside us,
Evil,
That which we imagine as horned entities,
Demons,
For recognizing the humanity of evil is too harsh to bear,
Recognizing the capability of innately innocent beings corrupting with time and influence is hard to swallow,
But if we can become this othered evil, surely there is room to become something better,
Surely there is redemption,
Surely there is still good, better, in this existence,
Perhaps too ordinary to see against the backdrop of horrible evils,
Perhaps we should look closer, deeper,
See what evil wants us to miss,
See the good that shines just as bright,
That heralds songs of light,
Like the presence of new birth,
The rebound of innocence,
In a world already scarred by evil,
Innocence and it’s goodness serves to heal.
The Way Opens Up
Without beckoning
Sometimes the way opens up,
The security you did not know you needed
Is gifted,
And suddenly burdens that pressed
Are slighter,
For something, somewhere, somehow
is looking out
for you
The World Envisioned (a reverse poem)
This
Is not
all,
the world
envisioned for you dear,
I expected
more
Of our fellow humans,
believe in something
Better,
more than this
home
You have been given,
May you see the good
come.
Come,
May you see the good
You have been given,
Home,
more than this
Better,
believe In something
Of our fellow humans,
More.
I expected,
envisioned for you dear,
the world.
All,
is not
this.
Tiny Superhero
A superhero she wants to be
When she grows up, big and strong,
She aspires young
For good–freedom, honor, truth,
Tiny your big dreams inspire
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