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Man’s the window to world without, within,
Wider be it, exciting gets the scene.
The trouble is: window gets too narrow,
He neither keeps it clean, nor any bright.
Trouble is: man’s not tolerant enough
Of those that see from a different window.
Trouble is: trying to bang down locked doors,
He misses out widely open windows.
That, madly in love of same old windows,
He forgets to forge new to see new world.
Trouble is he forgets: an open mind
Be like a window that lets in fresh air,
And that the windows are not kept open,
And like windows, his mind too remains closed.
And there’s always a new world waiting out,
But then, his window’s shut and so is mind.
When a window of opportunity
Appears, the window shades oft are down.
The trouble is: vast be the outside scene,
Windows far few, tight shut, or shutters down!
And man’s marooned with just today’s story,
An epic’s waiting when to get unfold.
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Musings |04.08.2022| Blank verse
The Window
In the not so distant past, there existed an imposing partition. That wall was built to control and keep its people inside its borders. The purpose of the wall was to prevent the free flow of people. That beastly wall of bondage was known as the iron curtain. It was not a symbol of freedom, but the reality of captivity. I have friends who were born and held behind that wall.
I had a dream last night, not about the free flow of people, but about the free flow of the gospel in my country. As best that I can describe it, there was a free flow of the Word of God in our country. There were only limited pockets of resistance, and there was even activity of biblical instruction among the very young in schools.
It was a delight to see such liberty without any form of government mandates from the left or the right. In the dream itself, I received no instructions or purposes for the dream.
However, this morning I felt and sensed its meaning. It seems to confirm something that I felt and began to write about several months ago. Namely this: There is a window of opportunity for the gospel that presently shall remain open for a season.
History reveals a direct link between the free flow of the gospel and the free flow of people. 'Good news' promotes freedom*. Therefore, presently, we must take every advantage and use every available venue before that window shuts.
04282017cj; *Bible, Luke 4:18
How many times
Have you ever been in a state
Where you almost surrender
Saying, 'It's all too late'.
How many times
Have you ever thought:
'I may be in a nice situation
If only I did the way to be it ought'?
How many times
Do you ever have to say:
'If I could only turn back the clock,
The past or yesterday'?
More often than not,
One blames self for the sorry loss;
Or sometimes even pointing
At others for chances lost.
Good maybe if we always have
The window of opportunity;
Bringing back the wasted time
To correct our paucity.
But sadly, just once can we see
That shot at the prize of life's game;
Granting to have a second chance,
Still, things will never be the same.
Life is too short,
Abound in love, hope; and faith;
Stay away from all forms of evil,
Before it's all too late.
A window of opportunity, arose on planet earth,
Reality is revealed, human intelligence gives birth,
Our mind opens possibilities, but questions coincide,
Trying to find answers, demise we might just avoid.
We search on a grand scale, yet also the minute,
Build machines to crunch numbers, do you compute,
Our weapons are terrifying, emulating the sun,
Split atoms by fission, then in fusion become one.
Most powerful race, known universe has ever seen,
Cannot be stopped replicating our own dreams,
Fairytales and fantasy, are no longer out of reach,
Genius; the ability to move mountains, not a niche.
Ok stop throwing bouquets, this all comes at a cost,
My poem’s allegory, it’s about truth more than loss,
I always try bring balance, but afraid not this time,
We have redeeming qualities, some actually sublime.
Our technology’s incredible, everything being said,
In the near future, we’ll be cloning off our dead,
I mean can’t you see, sky was never set as a limit,
Cosmos; is our playground, not the overhead zenith.
Show me one country, devoid of all corruption,
Our human nature, causes hell and destruction,
Without these innate traits, where would we be,
I’ll give it to you straight, still swinging from trees.
We are what we are, there’s simply no other way,
Call me controversial, for this picture I portray,
The device your looking at, that thing with a chip,
Don’t be so naive, it was harvested by the whip.
Sitting on our sofas, musing rainbows and clouds,
Whilst this pretty world, is built behind a shroud,
Not here condemning you, condoning to be exact,
You earned the privilege, I’m simply stating facts.
So like it or not, existentially we’re all complicit,
Don’t care who you are, or what emotions I elicit,
Unless in a cave, living off lichen and insects,
Yabba Dabba Do! Mr Flintstone, pay my respects.
By
David Kavanagh.
A Ride
You and I, we can keep a secret.
Parents have to do that between themselves, to stay ahead.
I have found success and wish to share…
But, only with those that need this badly.
My kid, sometimes aloof and far away.
My lovely child, is a mystery at times.
Every parent frets a bit, in one manner or another.
Probably, all is well.
Never time to talk.
In the morning, coolly, I ask, “Need a lift today?”
These my friends, are miracle words that open doors.
From the time they get in to your car, your truck, or…
until the time they are released back into the wild,
they are on the best, level field, you are ever going to get.
They are pleasantly, pleasingly trapped and it a good mood.
Speak calmly. Don’t ask every question all at once.
(let yourself breath, don’t lock up now)
Be interested in every word they say.
Make sure you are listening and not adding your view.
If they are talking, don’t interrupt…
Bask in your success…
Be at peace, you have more than you had before.
Be prayerful, and tell God, thank you for keeping our kid(s) safe.
If they want to pick up a friend and you can fit it in, do it.
When “they” are gathered in groups, “they” are more at ease.
You will gain further strides to understanding “all”.
The chance, the window of opportunity closes swiftly.
Make the very best use of all that you can.
Hopefully, they will need another ride… tomorrow.
RESOLUTION
If life goes rancid with sour taste
The time for action was long ago
A missed window of opportunity
One may challenge with impunity
But such purpose is all for show
And protestation is such a waste
With a case for early intervention
Resolve and clear focus is needed
Addressing issues when first seen
And working out what they mean
All faults to be readily conceded
Reciprocity is worthy of mention
Some difficulties are irreconcilable
They are however, in the minority
Either party can leave with regret
But not when parting isn’t due yet
There can be no assumed authority
Memories cannot be contemptible
But an argument for give and take
Supports the idea of a neutral zone
Where the elements of normal life
Can displace all unnecessary strife
Communicating in a balanced tone
Should leave arguments in its wake
Poeticism Way Off Base
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life taught me that I am powerless over so many things
most obviously alcohol which had been my downfall
but rock bottom brought me to a place of the solution
today I have recovered from booze and amended my ways
at least I try my best because honey sweet milk and roses
have changed into new challenges and acceptance of what is
thrown into a tempest the raging storms are tormenting
but winds do not ask where they are going to end
the waves on the beach do not ask for anything in return
and the sand as I walk has not swallowed me up in one big gulp
the sun is shining brightly and it is for me to see the rainbows
which may not have a pot of gold at its destination
but hold serenity peace courage as long as I am open honest and willing
when I initially surrendered things seemed to be going all well
and I was pleased with the outcome cherished the miracle and rejoiced
I handed over my being actions thoughts and life over to a God
of my understanding and thought that I had arrived
I was told that if you go to the ocean with a thimble you may scoop water
but if you took a bucket the rewards would be so much more plentiful
when I surrendered again and more thoroughly God must have thought
he is ready now and bestowed upon me a most crushing defeat
that seemed to rip all the essence out of me in a devastating blow
here was a junction and turning point as this is what crises are
I could abandon faith because I was given life on life’s terms
or realise that once more I was powerless could not manage on my own
and had wrongly thought that I knew what was best for my good
I opted for the latter or more likely it decided to choose me
a friend told me that the world does not owe me happiness
but that I owed the world and myself to be conscious
and as I write these cathartic words I hope and believe
that my emotions will follow my rational approach
there is a light and the window of opportunity is wide open
as long as I do not allow darkness to shadow my journey
For my angel I miss you
If I had the heart
I’d close my eyes and kiss you
I can see you’re leaving
If life was a distraction
I’d be forever breathing
Even when my heart seemed repossessed
Still you cherished what ever it was in my chest
For my angel I miss you
If I had the heart
I close my eyes and kiss you
Outside my window of opportunity
There was something about you
That continuously consumed me
I’ll be there for whom ever you choose to be
After all you watched me travel like a refugee
Through the flesh a pure soul is so hard to see
For my angel I miss you
If I had the heart
I’d close my eye and kiss you
I speak of a rose petal
That would only wither away
If I were to touch her
She’d softly say, take your time, no rush
Days would pass and our lips would nearly touch
Yet her eyes would remind me
It was merely a crush