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At the Close of the Olympics…

The Olympics come to a close today, and as they do I have some thoughts that come to mind, about the resiliency of humanity.  About how we as a species are facing crisis of disease and yet our games and our athletes matter and take center stage like never before.  Billions were spent to play only to a TV audience.  But it was sensible, it was as safe as possible and it wasn’t about power and dignitaries.

Through the games we can come to understand something more.  Something about ourselves, something about athletes as humans, with mental health challenges, with physical challenges, with personal stories that include overcoming crippling injuries, and crippling anxieties.  We saw the families at home and in watch parties cheering and crying in joy for they know so well the sacrifices made.

We know now that these are special human beings, not superhuman, they are us in all our forms and with all our problems, winning, losing, it doesn’t matter, it matters that they are playing the game, presenting us with an insight into who we are as humans, and who we are capable of being.

I saw many sports, I suspect many of us never watch until the Olympics… track and field, gymnastics, swimming, the beauty of synchronized swimming, and diving, the back breaking rowing, the lightning fast table-tennis, and the top athletes of basketball, soccer, and so many sports compacted into a couple of weeks… and yet as they and we celebrate… many of the athletes next week will go back to training and preparing for the next World Championships and the next Olympics, for themselves, their country, for us and for humanity.

Journeys…

 

Journeys

Some are long, some are short
Some are easy, some are hard
Some walk in apparent straight line
Some manage through twists and turns
Some are made with joy and singing
Some are made with pain and sighing
Some make the best of everything
Some see the worst in nothing
But all have the same end-destination.

 

Threat of Rain…

 

Threat of Rain

We speak of the threat of rain
as if its intent was to cause pain.
We should be rather faithfully inclined
to the promise of gentle rain un-maligned.
As we would, if we understood and knew
as the deer does run and flowers grew.
That this is life, a life of hope and surprise
where rain and sun, and wind we surmise
are seconds in our lead stories, so grand.
But instead, we are seconds to a life-giving land.

 

Our Reflection

 

Our Reflection

Lost in the chaos of our own making,
avoiding reflections in the mirrors
of our soul, an unholy undertaking.

Resilient we pride ourselves to be,
despite the climate we made,
before the judgement of the Sea.

Of all the science we hold dear,
It cannot stop the death
always coming, always near.

We are blessed with a life raft
of miracles we can employ,
but ignore because we are daft.

Daft from the moment we hear
the deniers of science,
power-seekers, purveyors of fear.

A life made easy by avoiding mirrors,
showing us our true Dorian Gray,
humanities’ distortion, and all those tears.

Reading Old Poets

 

Reading Old Poets

Before the words are spoken,
before a wheel has broken,
beyond the horizon of time
and in the far reaches of a mind
the story has been constructed and told
then reconstructed, so it never gets old
for the imprint of love on life is known
beyond anything the heaven’s have shown
to be the unchanged fortunes of a poet’s fate
no matter long-ago written or just-of-late
it becomes who we are and what we will read
beyond the horizon of a life we will lead

The Optimist’s Shadow

The Optimist’s Shadow

Eighty percent chance of rain,
but it might not.
Seventy percent chance of pain,
but it might not.
Sixty percent chance of division,
but it cannot.
Fifty percent chance of revision,
but it will not.
Forty percent chance of caring
but does it matter.
Thirty percent chance of waring,
and this will matter.
Twenty percent chance of sunshine,
and this will make it clearer;
the optimist’s shadow is hard to find,
and a winter of discontent is ever nearer.

Patriotism…

Picture by: Lori Smith
Bubble by: Mikayla Pham

“Patriotism or national pride is the feeling of love, devotion, and sense of attachment to a homeland or the country and alliance with other citizens who share the same sentiment to create a feeling of oneness among the people.”  Wikipedia.

This definition from Wikipedia is beautiful, the creation of … “oneness among the people” … It does not say oneness of people that worship the way you do, look the way you do, that watch only certain news channels, that vote only the way you do, it says rather the “oneness among the people” that share the same sentiment of attachment to homeland and country.

Independence from oppression of a monarch an ocean away, brought many varied colonies together to create the United States of America.   The external threat, the desire to find oneness and safety on this continent and grow the greatest country in the world with the experiment of government by the people, for the people, through democracy and reason and compromise, rather that rule of power, rule of authoritarianism and the rot of nepotism.  Our Founders created our form of government with the explicit intent to overcome oppressive forms of government and to build something the world had never seen before.

So, on this Independence celebration I pray we might again find that we can overcome the oppression of conspiratorial thought, the threats of autocratic rule, the incitement of divisions and hate in our country.   Declaring that these states shall not fail, and insisting in locking arms together with all citizens sharing the sentiment of love, devotion and attachment to this country for the purpose of “oneness among the people” … and acknowledging we are all Patriots!

Today is a Day

 

Today is a Day

It is not tomorrow
it is not yesterday
unique to itself
it may seem routine
and familiar
but it is entirely different,
here only once.
The wind forms the sail
and the waves are pushed
by forces of wind and moon.
Each wave, lives in this moment
and is gone when it’s gone.
We are formed by this wind
and pushed too by wind and moon
as we live in this moment;
and when it is gone, it is gone.
But for now it is today.