Tag Archives: uncertainty

where does forgiveness hide?


The people needed to forgive

but who can forgive this insanity?

The teacher read this from

a history book in 2028.

The students try to remember the events

of 2020 but some were too young.

“It was an awful time”, one student called out.

I woke up from this futuristic dream.

the question on my mind was …

Where does forgiveness hide these days?

I want to forgive the injustices

that are happening.

I believe many people do too

and they want to forget the atrocities.

But every time we look

more absurdities arise.

More misinformation resonates

and almost deafens like

someone sounding a trumpet

right by my ear.

No freedom bell to announce

the greatness promised.

The chants for peace

drowned out by gunshots.

Tear gas blinds those who were the witnesses.

Questions remain unanswered,

Some answers simply ridiculous,

because they want to keep us confused.

Where does forgiveness hide these days?

It hides with the truth and the innocent bystanders.

It is all surreal,

perhaps a hoax,

no reality here

but I continue to yearn

that I awaken from the

collective nightmare.

Are you ready to forgive and forget?

“To be or not to be”


“To be or not to be”

 

Certainly a question today for us all

To be honest?

To be followers of the truth?

To be kind to each other?

To choose unconditional love for our planet?

To be one for all and all for one?

To put some time into thinking mindfully?

To pay attention to each other more than the apps on our phones?

So many ways to be.

To be present.

To be calm.

To be willing not be part of the chaos.

Just to be the change.

“To be or not to be”

This question posed by a brilliant writer

over 400 years ago.

So real today.

I am checking out my “to be or not to be today”

Are you?

 

 

If I Could Cry


In a poem titled The Quarrel by Stanley Kunitz, he writes: “If I could cry, I’d cry, but I am too old to be anybody’s child.” As I reread many of the poems of this Poet Laureate, I found some poems that resonated.

I have been feeling down lately. Sad because of the violence and hatred that seems to appear everywhere.  Sometimes I want to cry but I can’t. What good would it do anyway? So in honor of Stanley Kunitz I have written the following poem using a line from his poem The Quarrel.

 

She is just three and a half

but knows me so well

she could sense there was something wrong

with her beloved abuela*

who she calls “guela”*.

I did not want to tell her

what was in my heart

“If I could cry, I’d cry, but I am too old to be anybody’s child.”

I thought about how lucky she is

to have all her grandparents.

What a blessing.

 

“If I could cry, I’d cry, but I am too old to be anybody’s child.”

and I am too old to be beguiled

and sweet memories have been filed

away in a cloud somewhere.

 

“If I could cry, I’d cry, but I am too old to be anybody’s child.”

What good would it do anyway?

Who listens to the cry of an orphan?

 

“If I could cry, I’d cry, but I am too old to be anybody’s child.”

There is just too much to cry about.

There is no doubt.

Or is there?

“If I could cry, I’d cry, but I am too old to be anybody’s child.”

 

  • grandmother
  • grandchild’s way of saying abuela

 

 

“All my life, my heart has yearned for a thing I cannot name.”


peace

“All my life, my heart has yearned for a thing I cannot name.”
“What’s in a name?”
A name possesses a soul of its own
A soul does not leave the body until it garners enough love
For eternity to judge its worth

My heart hankers for peace if that is what it is called
Because sometimes it seems what we have entitled it
does not truly claim or maintain it,
“Peace is not a season but a way of life.”

“All my life, my heart has yearned for a thing I cannot name.”
Am I to blame for such uncertainty?
A longing for something so elusive,
So exclusive
That not even my brain can perceive
Or receive
“What is in a name, I asked my muse.”
“All my life, my heart has longed for a thing I could not name.”

Will my desire be the refrain?