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We live in a world of judgement
Judging ourselves and others
And everything in between.
When someone does us wrong
We naturally gauge how wrong
And what the appropriate consequence
Should be.
When someone does us right
We do the exact same thing.
Without this judgement
We wouldn’t know how to act,
We wouldn’t know if the soup was too hot to sip,
Or the dog too dangerous to pet.
Life is full of such split second decisions
Some conscious, some less so.
But yet we are told not to judge
As if somehow every individual is a mystery
Sequestered in their own relative reality
The causes and conditions of beyond our grasp.
But does it really matter if we understand why
When the how, what and where
Is staring us in the face?
Most people don’t really understand the why
Of what they do themselves
Let alone what anyone else does.
Actions are either justified or unjustified
But it is our judgement which discerns which.
In this way even our fallible limited judgement
Is an aspect of the divine,
An intuitive weighing of actions
And their consequences
Balancing reason and feeling
In the crucible of being.
And without the reciprocal judgement of others
We would be blind to the effect of ours.
(9/1/26)
Err on the side of caution,
For often it seems to me,
If something is overly hard to do,
Perhaps it's not meant to be.
If there are too many precautions,
More than seems normal to you,
It may be better to re-think your plans,
For what's done you cannot un-do.
Sometimes things may seem the opposite.
It may seem to be total bliss.
But sometimes when things seem too good to be true,
You'll find that most often it is.
Life is a hard task master.
Learn from those who've been there before,
From those who don't oft slip and fall,
For it's hard to get up off the floor.
So err on the side of caution,
For often it seems to me,
If too hard, too easy, too much or too few,
Perhaps it just shouldn't be.
African-American and abusive, my late step-dad
was a reverse racist:
an army sergeant; a Vietnam vet; and, a backhand,
face-hitting sadist.
I once bemoaned that I was a white child
(as if it were my fault!?)
and that he was black and resentful of me.
So, once in reckless revolt
against his ongoing abuse,
I rebelled under my breath
and uttered the "n" word at him
(so he beat me nearly to death).
Bruised, I never uttered that word again;
then mom and he divorced
as I grew older (which freed us at last!):
now unrivaled (with no remorse),
I suddenly was the man of the house; and life
for us seemed less stormy.
For the first time in years we lived without abuse;
and, at last, we were a family.
Then I got religion and met God;
and gave myself to Christ.
It was the best thing I ever did!
Born again, I thus was sufficed.
So the scars of my step-dad's abuse which
for years I had repressed
began to heal and disappear; and so I became
less and less oppressed.
Now old, my erstwhile step-dad developed
advanced swelling of the lung;
I had not forgiven him yet (back when
I was still angry and young).
Not yet able to forgive him for the abuse that
made our lives so unbearably grim,
I nevertheless still realized that the weight
of still having hatred for him
was far worse than my pain. I recognized
that in life we all transgress
and come short of God's glory: so, moved by
His grace and forgiveness,
I made the right choice to forgive him;
for me a daily, ongoing process,
I at last began to let go of the anger
and truly begin to move past the mess
that was my step-dad's legacy to me. Also, I
began to forgive God;
for He was not to blame for him (whose own
father, too, did not spare the rod).
Still, tho' I had chosen to forgive (him) and let go,
he was unmoved and unchanged as ever:
but I, however, realized that what truly mattered
was that forgiveness set me free forever!
When at last he died, I had already completely
let go (so that he was forgiven).
Now I can only ask of God whether my step-dad
was changed from his glimpse of heaven?
I have to fine tune
my ears to hear
exactly what you’re saying
please tell me
it’s my imagination
oh hell why don’t you
just pinch me to convince me…
Did you just whisper the words?
“l love you”?
err, its not the first of April is it?
I guess you’re not joking
because you’re not laughing,
silly me is turning your confession
into something amusing…
Thoughts are racing
through my mind,
Do I say I love you too?
Or do I just say me too?
Err I did not get the memo
on declaring one’s love
or I was absent from class on that day…
Someone please come to my rescue
better yet, let me go call a friend,
I’m sure one of my girlfriends
will know how to handle this situation
with more finesse
than what this novice ever could….
While grabbing my phone
I head for the door,
turning around half screaming
“Hold that thought, I’ll be right back!”
Disappearing into the bathroom
and closing the door behind me…
Form:
TO ERR
To err is human; to forgive, divine.
No doubt, no argument, perfectly fine.
So far, the act is really mistake
My conscience, sympathy will not break.
If err touches crime, I cannot ignore
I will be cruel, never to endure.
Greatness of forgiveness to sweep away
Punishment is the answer. No way.
To err is human; to forgive divine.
provided mistakes subject to define.
Doing harm or hurting or to assault
is not a mistake but genuine fault.
02/08/20
Third Place
Reference 'To err is human; to forgive, divine.' Alexander Pope.
'The Famous Poetic Lines 2' Contest by Silent One.
If you love
why would you lie
why would you cheat
why would you betray
why would you go astray
Is it for love
that you lie
To you preserve the life that is
To retain calm
To maintain peace
To overcome
the guilt
the feel
the passion
the love
To bring back
the family
the friend
the memories
the togetherness
But to maintain this calm
You have to lie
You have to compromise
You have to live with guilt
You have to let go your true love
You have to swallow the bitter pill
Forever remain
Afraid that you could be caught
Afraid that you could be abandoned
Afraid that you could be looked down upon
Afraid that you could never be trusted by anyone
Afraid that you could have to let go of everything
Be honest
You will retain your honesty
You will retain your dignity
You will retain your love
You will retain your sleep
You will retain your relation
You will retain your feelings
You will retain your kids
As Alexander Pope said "To err is Human..."
To err is human,
to forgive, divine.
Humanity is made in errored God's image
is made in forgiving humanity
hanging on the cancerous family Tree
of survival consciousness
and dying sentience.
What human nature ambidextrously
and nondualistically
and paradoxically means
by becoming more divine
As we remake
reform
re-give us permission
to be sacred
and yet not perfectly empowered communicators,
verbally vulnerable
and non-verbally transparent
When we acknowledge
our ego identity suppresses eco-fertility
confined to our own mortally errored
less than fully divine soulful image
of omni-empowered sentience
and enlightened multigenerational consciousness.
A human soul is made in God's imagelessness
as God reconnects
religions
revives
and reforms my 0-Soul
in imperfectly individuated
humanely communitarian identity.
Organic beings are made
from sentient EarthMother's interwoven
co-empathic
primal relationships
Gaian God is pre-conscious
in anthropocentric images
of regenerative humane co-acclimation,
polycultural yang/yin
win/win
ethotically self-consciousness
and erotically other-sentient
Creolizing cultural realization
of historically democratizing
non-violently communicating
transforming transubstantiation
Returning humane communion error
into divine self-forgiveness
for egos made in Gaia's co-acclimating image
As Gaian win+win health empowerment
becomes remade
through rehumanizing
sentient EarthBodhisattva's
wealthiest 0-zen imagery.
2015.4.13 @ 15:08:03
From time to time, I believed you had unintentionally caused me harm.
I expressed and complained about them,
Then I forgave, forgot and moved on.
My favourite number was three,
I believed I did three big favours for you.
I also travelled with you three tourist places.
I always visit historic sites and country towns
During winter and when the weather is colder.
I did not tell you this because
I was not keen on making promises.
I might not please people easily,
But I definitely very careful not to offend people.
After all, I am only a common person,
No body and no celebrity.
To err is human, to forgive is devine.
Will you ever forgive me if I offended you,
Which I could not recall any at all.
What world most rejoices and comforts you?
What grieves your heart and disturbs your mind most?
Does the quest for beauty bewitches you?
And yes, embraces your vanity the most?
There must be such a heaven to dwell in,
The pathway to perfect felicity,
A place of pleasure and prurient sin
Enticing a feeble heart to folly.
If you are willing to commit a fault
So you should be content to make amends
And bring this deceitful wile to a halt
Before a shadow of despair descends.
Grieve at the imperfection of the man
Quashing good judgment whenever he can!
Quote 2: "A Course in Miracles"-(You may believe that you
are responsible for what you do, but not for what you think.
The truth is that you are responsible for what you think,
because it is only at this level that you can exercise choice.
What you do comes from what you think.)
A Penny for your thoughts contest by Sara Kendrick
In my mind
Where silent thoughts
Reveal the truth, the depths
Of my hopes, dreams and feelings…
There is a piercing voice
One who announces my flaws
The faults which remind me that
I am human and humans err
Sometimes badly
Other times, sadly
And still other times, madly
I am a human and I stumble
Both within and outwardly
With mistakes and faults that feel
Like they may just penetrate
The very soul with their heartless
Vicious influence on my spirit
In my heart
Where emotions breathe compassion
And light illuminates wisdom
Giving grace to the sincerity
Of a faith that is more alive
Than the blood in my veins
In my heart
There are a million second chances
New thoughts and new directions
Opportunities for advancement
Assurance that I am someone
Who is like a light in the darkness
Spreading joy and rays of hope
Kindness that is flavored with thoughts
That bring calm to the chaotic
Enlightenment into sorrow and despair
Elation to the music and bliss to the song
Whispers of enthusiasm that dance
Through the heart’s shadows in silhouettes
Of pure wonder, pure pleasure, pure delight
In the depths of my soul
I can always know that this conscience of mine
Is alive with potential and vision
Warming the way toward God’s heaven
With a mountain of little lessons that tell me
I have learned, I have grown, I have become
A warrior in this weary old world
Where my heart, mind and soul always know
As I walk down this path of courage
Inviting my dreams to listen to the sound
Of a million trees coloring the wind
In hues of optimism, faith that sustains
And second chances to be who I am
When I listen to my conscious and my faith
Telling me to always do my very best
Reach out with an honest desire to be
The one God has breathed into me
The soul who only needs to hear with a heart
Who walks by the river of hope, faith and love
Bringing insight into the spirit kissed by God
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May 30, 2021