GRATITUDE’S VISIT WITH VICTIM

GRATITUDE’S VISIT WITH VICTIM

On a very dark and desolate night

When no other creatures

Would venture out into such despair,

Gratitude finds her way through

Shadowy murkiness and obscurity

and knocks at the locked, rusty door

Of Victim’s house.

Knock, knock, knock.

“May I come in?” Gratitude asks.

She persists,

Knocking and waiting—

Knock, knock, knock.

Victim hears the intrusive interruption.

She is afraid.

Indeed, the knocking seems

Incessant, tireless and annoying,

Even judgmental in its persistence.

Gratitude calls out,

“Let me in. I am your faithful friend,”

but her words sound perverted;

to Victim they translate as

judgmental and imposing.

Knock, knock, knock,

Gentle and consistent

Gratitude continues in

Her modest visitation.

Fed up and overwhelmed

With stubborn self-will,

Victim rushes to the door,

Opens it and screams,

“Why do you torture me

with your trash talk?

Why don’t you go away

And leave me in peace?!”

Diatribes explode through her lips,

As poisonous arrows split the air.

At last, in the exasperated silence

There is space and time.

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DO I CHOOSE MY OWN VOICE?

DO I CHOOSE MY OWN VOICE?

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It may take a lifetime

of energy

to liberate

one’s own voice,

one’s true vision,

one’s grounded pathway.

 

We scream our way

from eternity

into this tenuous sphere,

and most of us

scream our way

fast-forward

 into eternity.

“It is finished!”

 

How do we

attend the Voice

that confirms

what truly isn’t

and what

truly is?

 

What Voice

or voices

do we obey?

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