The following is a poem by Walt Whitman that I read this morning, from his book the Leaves of Grass, 1892… 

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O ME! O LIFE!
by Walt Whitman

O me! O life! of the questions of these recurring,
Of the endless trains of the faithless, of cities fill’d with the foolish,
Of myself forever reproaching myself, (for who more foolish than I,
and who more faithless?)
Of eyes that vainly crave the light, of the objects mean, of the
struggle ever renew’d,
Of the poor results of all, of the plodding and sordid crowds I see
around me,
Of the empty and useless years of the rest, with the rest of me
intertwined,
The question, O me! so sad, recurring—What good amid these,
O me, O life?

Answer
That you are here—that life exists and identity,
That the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse.

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The beauty of this poem, is that although we may feel we are one of the many, one of the crowd, one of the foolish and maybe faithless that struggle through life, that we may have empty years where we are not as productive as we may want to be, we are important, life exists, and identity —meaning you as an individual, your talents, your contribution of even a “verse” is what is important in the powerful play of life!

Going South

Is a destination, warmer
for most of us…

Is down, because some
Europeen cartographer in the
sixteenth century decided
it is on the bottom of a map…

Is going bad if we are
speaking of my golf game…

Is a migration for winter 
for geese and other waterfowl who
flock along with snow-birds…

Is where the fight for 
rights was won, and lost, and
must be won again. 

$17.50

In a time of an ashen world,
in a time of failure and distrust,
in a time of crashing fortunes.
With a world of depression
and a crush at banks, lives
on a brink of distress and fear.
A wonderful world of reason
to live in this wonderful world.

A widow says seventeen dollars
and fifty cents will tie me over.
A point of courage and grace,
before a war would further
delay and destroy lives,
this indomitable spirit
carries on into the ones
who we need to rely on
and they must not fail.

And they would,
but for the sake of angels,
who show them the worth
and value of who they are.
As we seek our own angels
in those that keep us
grounded in the good we are,
in the part we know we need,
in wings that embrace us,
for the world that awaits us.

And asking for only $17.50.

Nothing Normal

About these strange times
and indescribable crimes
of division and peace omission,
conspiracies and commission
of traitorous acts and lies
as our Lady Liberty sighs
at the acts of destruction
and notorious construction
of division that endangers
many millions, and angers
all who love freedom and peace
all who wish for some release
from the sorrow of those who died
because of belief in those who lied.

We are Resilient

We are strong descendents of ancestors
who survived much worse to get us here
to get us to another trial of global proportions.
We are undefeated, and we have new tools
we have a will to live, a will to be ancestors
to those that will come, and they too will
celebrate Christ’s birth, and His miracle
of God living among us, and loving us.
Because despite the tests that come our way,
we will continue to bring love to each other,
we will continue to be what we can be,
and together when we can be… Always resilient!

Merry Christmas, let’s rejoice always!

Foggy Morning

The fog rolls on through the morning
as December comes around each year.
Something I may have never noticed,
something that would have slipped 
consciousness as days and seasons
meld into one monochromatic year
after year…

Except being inspired by love’s
joy for the world and time we have.
Living in the world and the emergence
of color in a soft sunrise, and appreciation
of the lack thereof in the fog of a predawn
morning, not unlike a predawn of living.

Grateful

Grateful for lessons learned,
of failures owned.
And then the achievements
and successes shared.
For no-one passes unscathed
and without healing
of loved-ones, we could
not be here.
To be grateful for the joy
of those many.
For we are of these many,
and thus blessed.
Always thankful
and grateful of all!