Silent Majority …

What if the silent majority of this country, is not moved by divisive politics, what if the silent majority believes in the ideals of this country, and that All Men Are Created Equal, means that black lives matter too… and that we have been guilty of riding on the shoulders, and labors and suffering of those less fortunate, and what if that silent majority is really about advancing  humanity to a higher purpose and broad inclusion of what it means to be a member of society.  What if silent majority means being Christian in the sense of following Christ’s teachings and loving one another instead of hate and prejudice and abhorrent lack of empathy?  What if being of a silent majority means that we respect and honor those that worship and believe different than we do?  What if the silent majority says that it matters not who you love,  how you love, only that you do not hate.  What if the silent majority is in the streets demonstrating for justice?  What if they are in their homes, rooting for someone to help articulate that we want to be prosperous but not by pushing others down to lift ourselves up, but rather lifting all of us through education, through opportunity, through understanding and empathy.  What if we are no longer silent?

 

Thoughts on Education

This is an excerpt from Darkwater,  written by W.E.B. Dubois and published in 1920.   I find it valuable and insightful today.  If we think of the problems of our time, I believe the source of much of our discontent remains, as a cause, inadequate education.   We often see our histories as we want to see them, not as they really are, we see our world as it is and think it has worked for us, why won’t it work for the next generation.  We invest so much into policing, criminal incarceration, and welfare, and other programs. When possibly investments that would better serve our society would improve our children, making them better people.  Improving how they see themselves, how they think and how they can be the source of our future advancement.  Alas however being honest about who we are and what we are doing and where are we going is a necessary first step.

From Darkwater:

“We have a right to assume that hundreds and thousands of boys and girls today are missing the chance of developing unusual talents because the chances have been against them; and that indeed the majority of the children of the world are not being systematically fitted for their life work and for life itself.  Why?

Many seek the reason in the content of the school program. They feverishly argue the relative values of Greek, mathematics, and manual training, but fail with singular unanimity in pointing out the fundamental cause of our failure in human education: That failure is due to the fact that we aim not at the full development of the child, but that the world regards and always has regarded education first as a means of buttressing the established order of things rather than improving it. And this is the real reason why strife, war, and revolution have marked the onward march of humanity instead of reason and sound reform. Instead of seeking to push the coming generation ahead of our pitiful accomplishment, we insist that it march behind. We say, morally, that high character is conformity to present public opinion; we say industrially that the present order is best and that children must be trained to perpetuate it.

But, it is objected, what else can we do? Can we teach Revolution to the inexperienced in hope that they may discern progress? No, but we may teach frankly that this world is not perfection, but development: that the object of education is manhood and womanhood, clear reason, individual talent and genius and the spirit of service and sacrifice, and not simply a frantic effort to avoid change in present institutions; that industry is for man and not man for industry and that while we must have workers to work, the prime object of our training is not the work but the worker—not the maintenance of present industrial caste but the development of human intelligence by which drudgery may be lessened and beauty widened.”

Truth in a box…

The other night we were watching the last in a series called Rectify  on Netflix.   It is very good, well-written.  I thought originally it was about the soul and what happens when it’s contained in a box for 20 years on death row, but it was far more complicated, and it really was about not just a search for truth, but how truth is used, distorted, or maybe half told, and its many versions.  It inspired this:

Truth in a Box

A tool, without a manual
A weapon,
Less often a shield,
Maybe as a key
To something before unknown
Maybe a half that shields

The other half for your good
Always there in some form
Possibly hidden
And elusive
Malleable as gold
Complex, and possibly ornamental
Sometimes dark

Pulling in all light
Other times bright
Reflecting light
If so allowed Inside the box
Without windows
But just maybe
There’s a
 way in…

 

If God Said a Prayer…

I was trying to imagine if God said a prayer, what might it be…

God’s Prayer For Us

I am, and will always be
Can you not hear
Do you not see
That you are Me
Therefore you too
Will always be
And life is but a
Part of your journey
From forever
To now and back
To forever
And your co-travelers
Are each and everyone also Me
So please treat Me accordingly 

 

A Poem of The Day, from Poetry Foundation

This poem is amazing… written a hundred years ago or more… it is asking us about God’s will and Can we ever really know our purpose As the pen complains of the words it must write that is beyond its knowledge (ken)

The Masked Face

I found me in a great surging space,
At either end a door,
And I said: “What is this giddying place,
With no firm-fixéd floor,
That I knew not of before?”
“It is Life,” said a mask-clad face.

I asked: “But how do I come here,
Who never wished to come;
Can the light and air be made more clear,
The floor more quietsome,
And the doors set wide? They numb
Fast-locked, and fill with fear.”

The mask put on a bleak smile then,
And said, “O vassal-wight,
There once complained a goosequill pen
To the scribe of the Infinite
Of the words it had to write
Because they were past its ken.”

Flight of Imagination

 

Flight of Imagination

I once took to flight and flew
With wind rustling thru my hair
On thermals higher than I ever knew
Or thought I would ever dare

Carried by warmth rising from my toes
Up and through my unworthy mind
To see something only heaven really knows
Something I was blessed to find

And although my fortune I cannot portend
And in this life, I may never again see
I now know it’s there at my very end
And heaven is possible, even for me

First Thought of the Day…

 

First Thought

The first thought of the day
What made you feel this way
Can you remember this feeling
As you gaze up at the ceiling
Or is it a wispy fog,  fading like a dream
Lost from morning’s subconscious stream
Is it a dream lost or a desire found
That makes this morning’s first sound?

Or often it is as simple as can be
This feeling that it’s time to pee…

Soft Sunrise…

 

Soft Sunrise

The world is sometimes kissed awake in the morning
Warm as a mother’s hug and caress, reminding us of God’s touch
That there will be beauty and peace
The inspiration of thought born of feeling
Or is it the bold thought that came before the feeling
Was the sunrise first, or the sunset
For without one there is not the other
A complete symmetry of time, like a hug
The yin and yang of sunset bold
And sunrise soft completing us

 

Father’s Day, 2020

Happy Father’s Day!
One of my personal favorite poems, I wrote last year while in Michigan is reprinted below.  This year I’ll miss seeing dad, and my brother and having a drink and cigar and talking about anything and everything.  My brother sent the picture here… They look pretty good, don’t they!

All of Us

Dad takes care of Mom
So, Mom can worry and pray for all of us

Dad tells his stories, we’ve all heard before
But they still have a message for all of us

Mom’s eyes roll, as he chuckles at his own jokes
And we chuckle too, because it’s part of all of us

Dad still figures out how to do everything
Creative and valued advice for all of us

Discounts, coupons, everything can be repaired
So too, we save, fix and repair, it’s part of all of us

Dad taught us how to be noble and good
We do our best, as a bit of nobility is now in all of us

So, Mom, no need to worry about all of us
Because there’s a bit of Dad in all of us!

Insight…

Happy Juneteenth!
If you don’t know what it means… look it up… it is a day of great importance in our journey as a nation.

Fade to Light

Living in darkness
Colorless faces
Fear of dreams
Fear of falling
Tripping on the climb
Whistling at shadows
Never risking desire
Distance thunder
Golden flashes light
Shadowed clouds
Clouds of rain
Better than nothingness
Better than colorless
Daring to wish
Daring to feel worthy
Of dreams of color
Of world alive
That can only be found
In the risk of insight
That sparks the night
And darkness fades
To color and light

My Stories, Poetry, Thoughts of the day