Have you ever felt like a hinge?
Holding two things together
while knowing they will soon separate,
and then hopefully reunite.
I think about this when I open the frig.
I often leave the door open if I am merely
going to return something after use,
hoping to save wear.
It is humorous in a way.
Thinking about one’s life
in such a manner.
The life of a hinge.
When you think of people,
it does make some sense.
You have those that are angry,
proud, stubborn, resolute.
Then others who are easily swayed,
emotional and often offended.
The hinge, brings them together
again and again..
The hinge seeks resolution,
in a world torn apart
by politics, fear and emotion,
forever seeking to bring it back together.
And so a darkened sky kidnaps the day
relinquishing its light to roiling cloud
sad tone upon the Druid's bell doth chime
as lengthened night drapes all in mournful shroud
No shadows cast by ancient worship stones
no way to track the fingers of their faith
a skeleton of fallen, faded bones
attended to by nameless, faceless wraith
Hard winds still call in voices now unheard
for doctrine has imprisoned spirits soul
and calcified belief amid cold stone
denying all the joy of living's goal
And yet the stones set minds to pondering
the nature of the ancient's conjuring
John G. Lawless
9/10/2020
Firm are my feet
On My ground
While you
Take wing
Over yours
Indefinite…
But what is
Between us
That we as
One exist?
I am still
You are fast
Am a point
You are vast
I am fixed
You are free
You are the bird
I am the tree..
THE HINGE OF HISTORY
The hinge of history swings in all directions
As the happenings of the past are written down.
Out of all that has occurred since man's beginnings,
Less has been recorded than waits to be found.
Babylonians kept chronicles of history,
Hebrews wrote the past as a dramatic story.
Greeks had no faith in the future at all,
Believing mans repeated errors doom his glory.
Christians added a new dimension to history,
Looking forward to Christ’s return to earth.
An on going drama involving man and God,
Believing all are created of equal worth.
Some have asked why must we study history;
It just encourages us to live in the past.
When we forget history we repeat its mistakes,
As the outcome of humanity is cast.
By Tom Zart
A bove Below
H eavens cried on man
I n the form of rain
N arcissus he is
G ris-Gris on his neck
E vanescent without complain