Monthly Archives: December 2019

on parchments of presume

then.
now.
segregation of time –
collectively contained within the confines of our existence.
 
 
regardless the magnitude of desire –
the appropriation of intent –
our tenure in the halls of is fades.
 
 
what of it –
then,
priorities written to define autonomy over possibly?
while vividly drawn on parchments of presume,
they fade like watercolor in the rain.
ubiquitous as assumptions of priority –
 
 
misread lines from one-act plays of suppose…
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what then…

what then?
when no more darkness finds itself extinguished by the light?
when all the strength contained within the shell of this body ebbs away
 
what then?
 
will i –
mind free from consternation –
lay down,
become – undone?
 
what then?
 
when morning comes and finds me less than whole,
yet so much more than was…
to fly above the sky and feel the brush of angels wings.
and then –
perhaps –
come face to face with God?
 
oh that the world would listen –
simple truth –
instead of learning in the end,
knowing –
all along!
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miles from ordinary

words unsaid –
touch un-felt –
 
promises, not made –
unbroken…
 
just how deep is too deep –
how real?
too real?
 
what is the penalty for touch –
instead of feel?
 
deep the water from your shore –
dark reservoir of intrigue –
and that safe room – behind your eyes –
illusive as – seems…
 
i would give a thousand – knows,
a million – haves –
for just one moment of your time –
(to understand, not assume)
 
 
dreams – i weave –
realities – i conceive –
engulfed within the enigma of you…
 
ethereal –
you are to me –
miles from ordinary!
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misappropriation

sometimes the message –
heard – clearly –
without deviation.
sometimes the message heard,
regardless intention.
and sometimes,
the message heard loudest – by presentation of silence.
 
so often we find ourselves pushing the envelope –
forcing opinion to define avenues of compromise.
insistent upon leading the way out of our own particular darkness,
we fail to authenticate the owner of the light.
we claim victory over battles we think we’ve won –
recite prayers admonishing acts of immorality perceived.
hide behind hands folded –
allegiance offered to ritual –
ineffective as should..
 
sometimes –
the message speaks contradiction –
offers dissension from predetermined priorities –
redirects allegiance to acts of faith,
rather than insurgence of self-serving conquests by manipulation.
 
it’s in those moments –
we find ourselves face to face with humility –
realize the meaning –
not by shouts.
not necessarily written on walls.
spoken,
instead –
benevolent –
sincere,
intimate as a whisper…
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of paper umbrellas…

today i shared a moment in time with someone broken.
in that instant –
i lost my way –
stumbled upon my journey of faith.
 
it didn’t seem fair.
i was not prepared for the discomfort of that particular truth.
 
as i made my way –
reluctantly –
away from the ledge of doubt,
i realized the purpose for this particular process.
 
trust.
five letters.
no less than doubt,
but more than fear.
how was it i found my way through the maze of my insufficiency,
yet failed in my effort to assist a friend stranded along the way through theirs?
what value –
this armor of consideration?
what purpose –
hollow declarations of intent?
without conviction,
the words become useless as paper umbrellas in the rain.
 
today i ventured outside the sanctuary of my perceive.
 
today –
i finally understood the capacity –
 
of believe…
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reflection

 

if searching for simplicity –

succinct –

poignant expression of intent –

one verse prevails. (*1)

 

far above the maddening cries for conformity.

deeper than the supposed intent –

desire for sincere accommodation.

beyond the fringe of suggested expectation.

one truth.

one promise…

 

and yet we miss seeing the forest – for the trees.

 

did your candidate win the election?

are the platforms you support reinforced?

substantiated?

at the end of the day,

does what you believe coincide with how you behave?

 

if seated in situation surpassing presume,

i would more than likely challenge your reply.

after all,

you see the mirror you,

 

and i –

that which you may be surprised to find –

unrecognized – truth –

conveniently concealed behind the facade of your presume…

(*1 – Romans 10:9)

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chosen to become…

instead of regret –
appreciate the lesson learned.
instead of sorrow –
remember the prequel to the pain.
instead of doubt –
find something you know is true –
hold on to it.
 
life can be anything we want it to be.
we have choices to make.
 
there is no sentence of disparage inherited or inescapable.
no where is it written we must accept negative situations as predetermined avenues of travel.
if we encounter clouds –
inclement weather –
we have to remember the sun is still above us.
we will dry out.
 
and on those days when we feel everyone has heard a voice –
resounding echo –
instructing them to run away,
we have to recognize the dialogue of lies.
 
if nothing else you understand brings clarity to your confusion –
walk outside –
look up.
in a universe so vast –
magnificent beyond human expectation –
you were chosen to become!
 
of all the people that you could have been –
you are exclusively –
you!
 
and while you may not appreciate the gift of your creation,
someone else may find their peace –
simply because God answered their prayer –
with you…
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implication

 

would it make a difference,

while sitting there, in your chair of comfortable indifference,

if suddenly there appeared –

writing on the wall?

would the message make its way past the breakers of your reluctance?

storm the beach of your indecision?

overcome your fortress of doesn’t matter?

 

how, exactly, would you reconcile emotions considered martyrs for pursuit of religion?

you say you’ve found the way –

the truth –

the life –

and yet within the walls of your strong tower,

no outstretched arms –

no embrace of compassion.

 

ironic,

don’t you think?

invitations sent –

celebration of solidarity –

but communion,

not realized?

 

perhaps more apropos of conviction –

application of supposed intent.

so much more convincing,

don’t you agree?

monologues extolling the virtues of monotheism,

rather than charades and door-prize exhibitions of implied Christianity…

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suppose

indiscriminate –
obtrusive –
the frustration of a reality unintended.
what purpose creation –
ownership of concept –
if allowed to be flawed?
 
to try to understand the purpose of life without accepting the eventuality of death is frivolous – fictitious.
what would define hope if everything imagined was real –
tangible?
what reason would there be for faith in a world lacking supposition?
 
so often we raise our voice –
scream callous denigration –
to anyone that deviates from our predetermined paradigms of socially accepted behavior.
and if our articulation of doctrine fails to assuage the masses,
we reach into our arsenal of jurisprudence –
recite with zealous intent retributions from apocrypha of self-assumed conviction…
 
in the end –
judgment.
regardless action without faith –
faith without action –
submission to the author of creation stands paramount to absolution.
 
and yet i see you standing there –
self-imposed elevation –
placing accouterments of irrelevance on the scale of (un)belief..
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forgiveness

words.
sometimes spoken in haste.
with deliberation we close our eyes –
hurl them like rocks against tin roofs.
perhaps its the sound of our frustration we need to hear.
regardless the damage resulting from the storm.
 
words.
sometimes captured –
corralled within the confines of black and white supposition.
less likely to be misread,
yet more available for misinterpretation –
inflection lost within the paradigms of silence.
 
words.
too many.
too few.
platform of inference.
epitaph of indifference.
how many moments of magnificent because of;
emotions subjugated by too few?
when compelled by conviction,
we manipulate monologues in an attempt to solicit solidarity.
our truth –
perfect;
our opinion –
unalienable.
and if,
by chance,
our doctrines met with opposition,
we fail to contemplate opportunity for conformity.
 
how sad –
to misunderstand the significance of the chaos!
of course –
life free of turmoil –
epitome of peace-on-earth –
preferred method of presentation.
 
but life survived in spite of;
experience of calm after the storm;
amazing spectacle of sunrise –
chasing demons of darkness into the light;
surely that contrast allows ownership of appreciation.
less likely are we,
in our human condition,
to take blessings for granted,
after spending time on our knees seeking recompense for behavior undeserving of even the presumption of forgiveness…
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