New Poem: "The Gift of Suffering"

 

The Gift of Suffering

 

He came from the distant future

to plant the seed that changed the course

of human history, the gift of suffering

that makes the false self real, the gift

that spares the soul from coming back

to live life over again to grow in love

and understanding, a path that goes

nowhere but back to itself again. “There

is no other time or place to find yourself.

Now is your only context,” said the redeemer,

rendering reincarnation moot; and to reap

the gift of suffering that sets us free from

the endless cycle of life and death,

he died on the cross to sanctify

his gift to the world.

 

Composed in Tiny Beaches,

Georgian Bay, Southcentral, Ontario

Wednesday, November 27, 2024

New poem: "A Wily, Crafty Survivor"

 

A Wily, Crafty Survivor

 

Was he a liar, a truth teller,

or a wily, crafty survivor?

Did he lie to make his point,

and tell the truth to affirm it;

or did he tell the truth, then lie

to defeat his tainted opponent?

Whatever he did to cast his spell,

Donald J. Trump won the race

and took back the Oval Office;

and it doesn’t matter in the

meanest game of life if he was

a liar, a truth teller, or a wily,

crafty survivor.

 

Composed in Tiny Beaches,

Georgian Bay, Southcentral, Ontario

Monday, December 9, 2024