The Light of Slight Sensibilities
David J Walker
I see the slight variation of
Light illuminating translucent
Patterns pressed from the etching
Of each and every today
Time fades away
It is the Mise-en-scène
of predictabilities
It is the delicate film flying
across the jagged
Lens lighted by frail fallibilities
It is the Alpha and Omega looped in
Small chains of DNA on a stage of
Our own making
Sorrows laid out for the taking
I see the light of slight sensibilities
FLAWS IN PERFECTION
To judge perfection is to define flaws
Flaws, judged the varicoloured blight
That separates the sameness of humanity
That which makes you - YOU, and I - ME
Where what one individual calls perfection
Another views only as obvious fallibilities
Whee one sees meal, another terms toxin
For one man's meat, is another's poison
Imperfection, I believe, balances sublimity
One cannot be measured without the other
For only by faults can arete be valued
And only in failing can strength be learnt
Only in falling and from mastered faults
Can a being approach exemplariness
Perfection, a state existing only in theory
For every man is hampered by feet of clay.
Being God and raising children are very similar responsibilities.
Our mother is our God during our years of infancy
and we are all God's children according to Holy Scripture philosophy,
yet many devoted loving mothers lose their children fatally
during rare moments of inattentiveness unfortunately
as God too loses children occasionally
in catastrophes that God was too distracted to foresee most likely.
At the height of the most tragic of tragedies
the question begs, "How could God allow this to be?"
The answer in my opinion can be stated quite simply.
If God made us in God's image truly,
then God too is prone to our weaknesses and fallibilities.
In short, God gets careless occasionally,
and is it any wonder given all of God's many responsibilities?
Tears of forever echo in our years
over the lives of Haiti’s deaths
in debt we become overwhelmed with fear
deaths progeny inevitably un-done, born
the streaming blood of life’s prodigal matrix is done
a wholesome cocoon of chaos, calamity of prodigy
un-conscious birth has won
as riveting grounds diverge hollowed
a developed foetus’s birth denied
separating us from our known and unknown beloveth times
death unlocked confirms its perfection once more
nature’s loophole, adding to the existing ones uncured
painfully we are forcefully broken and torn away from the faces of the ones we bond
knowingly and unknowingly to
we watch as they fade away in the blur alongside earth’s fallibilities, in their homes, on
our planet
sacrificial souls, who appear to dilute, share, alleviate, save, correct and resuscitate
the wounded
are harmed as the rumbles of Haiti’s plight take us all on a ride 360 degree roller
coaster ride around planet earth’s disaster that recurs
as bonds inevitable are waiting at the end of the journey to be made
we are still here in search of a cure for Haiti’s doom ...............................
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