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From now on...life is just living...barely that is
What I wouldn't give to have her back
Too hold her...too talk to her...too see her smile
She was all that was within me, now I can't breathe
It hurts so much...but doesn't hurt enough
But I'll keep the pain for it derives from her
I still smell her hair...within the air...everywhere
She consumed my entire being, willingly
Now it's empty...now so lifeless...now she's gone
Gone and unaware that she took me with her
All my love...all my hope...all my dreams
She carried away all the best parts of me
Left with suffering...left with nothing...left alone
Every single remaining day I will wish for you
To be here again...by my side again...alive again
Even if I know that the act is futile
I will never give up...I will always suffer
Because the suffering is all that I have left
My love...My life...My wife...
I will never say goodbye
I love you...
Written for Contest: From Now On 5/25/18
Sponsored by: Nayda Ivette Negron
Psychoanalysis
Vanity and ecstasy overwhelm the minds of people
Who gloat with conceit and display
Pompous arrogance as they parade themselves
Before the public as chosen vessels for behavioural
Rewards, determined by themselves as acceptable
To indulge in the belittling of others!
This defines their existence as noble in cause.
When they, the elite, rendezvous with fate
And perceive themselves to be unique,
Superior beings segregated from those
Who are weak-minded and susceptible
To interpretations and suggestions;
Who have no reason to exist, nor possess
Finesse attributes, and cannot be distinguished
From the herd mentality by the intellectual process
Of their egotistic minds—or so they think!
This precarious attitude can be judgmental
And dissociating; it invites dismal consequences.
Out of touch with reality and full of themselves,
They gallivant through branches in the tree of knowledge
And haphazardly arrive at false conclusions.
Based on a biased perception of the world
That only they can understand as rational,
It gives credence to psychoanalysis.
Sound familiar? And so you hope
Others will be hoodwinked by your antics
Into believing you are nonchalant when,
In actuality, you are stressed out and nervous
To be discovered as introverted.
You will not acquiesce to truthful criticism.
It is a depraved mind that derives pleasure
From the dissection of another.
Framed in the reverential stillness of nature
Does the moon approach the golden orb
To pay homage to the bright life-giver
Blotting out as it does so its rays in obeisance
Displaying in that transient moment of darkness
Nature's very dependence on those shafts of sunlight
Until its fiery corona wreathes the disc of the moon
To prove which one is the power behind our planet's throne
Until that moment occurs when the corona flares
Silence reigns to show that the subordination of the animal kingdom
Derives from the supreme power of our sun
As the momentary blackout does define.
We have watched the birds abandon their birdsong
As they scurry silently across the sky to seek shelter
Their wings beating so swiftly in flight
Once the shroud veiling the sun slips smoothly away
A paean of praise swells from their throats
Ringing out to eclipse every other dawn chorus
To welcome the return of our planet's sovereign
This rare phenomenon reminds us of the sun's power
To both nurture and to destroy whatever lives upon our earth
Wildfires on the floor of our only true home
Can be vengeful land cruel
When we transgress the sacred boundaries
We have for so long chosen to ignore.
Those golden rays, brought to life to keep
Our alma mater strong and vital,
Turn rogue to punish us for our failure to stick to its diktats
If we continue as we have been doing for so long
Our species will be consigned to perpetual darkness
Let the temporary darkness of the recent eclipse
Remind us of how much we owe to the radiance
Of Our Father ,the Sun
The word of the day is: ' Excruciating'
an adjective associated with intense pain,
however its root meaning derives from the Latin 'excruciatus'
meaning – ‘From the cross.’
Congratulations! for before or when we die
we all will be - out of that cross.
Life is a crucifixion
for even the greatest joys come to suffering
just as suffering comes to joy.
Love saves.
Jesus’s journey to and from the cross
is both an allegory and a literal teaching.
What we believe becomes our truth.
Today let this Good Friday contemplation
become our own way Of The Cross
for life, be it short or long,
is sometimes a heavy burden and rocky road to climb,
and though the joy may happily outweigh
the tribulations
together they also are our ‘come from the cross’
story.
Jesus is us and his truth is in us.
If Good Friday were a sorrowful event
then it would be called ‘Bad Friday.’
Nothing is Bad today.
It is what it is:
or is it?
Change is as inevitable as death.
Today, we can fly across oceans on metal wings:
when not too long ago, we were burning witches.
Some changes bode for the better
while some bring out the worst:
nonetheless, there is always change.
The Chinese elite have stopped binding a young girl's feet
to make her look dainty.
And wars once fought on battlefields,
devastate civilians in towns and cities.
It is what it is,
reflects a fleeting moment in time
before reality morphs
into something else:
something new.
Change, progress, and adaptability
form the foundational pillars of life.
Baby steps lead the way to giant leaps
given sufficient time:
people can adapt to any change.
Despair and manipulation
fuel feelings of helplessness;
that often delays, but cannot stop change.
Faith, hope, blood, sweat, tears, and time
are all essential components
that comprise the social papier-mache,
from which change derives its shape.
The attributes of the Church is three: authority, infallibility and indefectibility
By the authority of Church I mean the right and power which the Pope and the Bishops, as the successor of the Apostles have to reach and govern the faithful
By the infallibility of the Church I mean the Church cannot err when it teaches a doctrine of faith and morals
By the indefectibility of the Church I mean that the Church as Christ founded it, will last till the end of time
These attributes are found in their fullness in the Pope, visible head of the Church, whose infallible authority to teach bishops, priests, and people in matters of faith and morals will last till the end of the world
The Church has 4 marks by which it may be known, it is One, it is Holy, it is Catholic, it is Apostolic
The Church is One because all its members agree in one faith, are all in one communion, and are all under one Head
The Church is Holy because it’s under Jesus Christ, is holy; because of the eminent holiness of so many thousands of its children
The Church is Catholic or Universal because it subsists in all ages, teaches all nations, and maintains all truth
The Church is Apostolic because it was founded by Christ on His Apostles and is govern by their lawful successors, and because it has never ceased, and never will cease, to teach their doctrine
These attributes and marks are found in the Holy Roman Catholic Church alone
The Church derives to its undying and infallible authority from the Holy Spirit, the spirit of truth, who abides with it forever
The Church is kept One, Holy Catholic by the Holy Spirit, the spirit of love and holiness, who unites and sanctifies its members throughout the world.
He is indeed happy
Who can love all unconditionally
With no tally
Happy is he
Who protests courageously
Against those
Who perpetrate inequity
And still love them congenitally
Happy is he
Who loves me
Though he knows
I am his enemy
Happy is he
Who after learning of the Japan Quake
Can cancel an already arranged party
Happy is he
Who derives kick not from smoke drug or booze
Derives kick and ecstasy
From prose and poetry
From brush or music
Science mathematics or geometry
Happy is he
Who finds pleasure
In dealing with infinity
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April 16, 2016
Kolkata
Submitted for the Contest-Any Poem Meaningful To You
Hosted by : Broken Wings
To God we offer thanks
for medicine and for carers,
for all who've kept in touch,
in prayer been burden sharers.
Through all the skills and gifts
by which you set us free
from scourges of disease
may we now thankful be.
In grief we still lament
the cost of many losses
in life and work and health,
with bearing all these crosses.
Not destitute of hope
in you our God we trust
as guide through days to come
in new life to adjust.
All praise to God of all
with whom we share this planet.
May we be one with them,
respecting every limit.
Each insect, beast or bird
from which disease derives –
we must respect their space
that we and they may thrive.
Dear Jesus you've been here
through times of isolation,
in us to hold real hope,
restoring motivation.
Then arms outstretched once more,
set free from all regrets,
we'll open wide the door
to welcome back our guests.
We meet again in joy
refreshed upon our journey.
As we move on from here
with Christ who shows us mercy,
there's much that we can learn
as we survive the test –
in prayer we can discern
how care is best expressed.
One's Mind is a Battlefield
One's mind is a Battlefield,
But strength transforms in the smoke,
Intellect to breathe.
Through chaos when old fears insults.
The war inside ain't quiet- is quick-witted,
It's real-
Until now resilience occurs in the places
Doubt tries to rip-off.
Shadows lure from corners,
Anxiety creeps like a thief, even so
Truth stands guard, grounding beliefs.
One derives in the midway of the mess,
Rooted and aware, turning every mental
Clash into proof of staying here.
This isn't just existing the Battle-
It's reshaping the terrain,
Building power from struggles, judgment
Calm in the tension resilience emerges
Motion, a Victory reclaimed,
A soilder of self-worth marching concluded
What once felt fierce.
Trinitarian Equations
By Mark D. Stucky
Can you do the math
for Three in One?
1 + 1 + 1 = 1?
3 = 1?
1 / 3 = 1?
You can't find these
enigmatic equations
of paradoxical logic
in new math textbooks.
They are old math.
Very old math.
Older than earth.
Older than stars.
Older than the universe.
They are the origin of math
from which all math derives,
from which we live and move
and have our being.
Beyond Taoist yin-AND-yang duality,
beyond particle-AND-wave nature of light,
beyond quantum superpositions
of ALL possible particle states,
Three Persons in one mystery,
distinct yet together,
a divine Whole,
greater AND lesser
than the sum of the Parts.
(First published in Ekstasis, Sept. 2022. See also my poem "The Invention of Love" and my visual poem “Trinity Dance.”)
(Image by jose_andres95 on Pixabay.)