These days, it’s getting harder for me to hear, though
My hearing is perfectly fine.
Words, speech, rhetoric, proclaimed in our
Homes, schools, churches, media and lives,
Filled with anger, pain, rage,
Endless debating, name calling,
Attacking, yelling, shouting,
Drama and diatribes.
A new willingness sweeps the land, offering
Gratuitous unfiltered honesty.
A truth sport that calculatingly
Cuts off at the knees,
Sending the newly scarred and
Wounded soul to walk away, with
A knife in their back.
What unfulfilled need justifies
This anger, frustration, rage,
Blaming, shaming and finger pointing,
And the creation of new effigies by endlessly
Dissecting and parsing every word and phrase?
Have we become little more than
Hurting people who hurt others?
Are we just reacting in kind with a
Pent-up frustration that has nowhere to go?
Are we really so fearful that
Things aren’t going as they should, afraid
We’ll never get what we want, or scared that
We’ll never have what we need?
Could it be that we are unconsciously
Caught in a vibration of drama, and
Easy prey for the hidden plans
And agendas of others?
Or, have we become slaves of an ego
That willingly fills our minds with
Unproven certainties to
Give us what we do not have but want?
Maybe, strangely, we are
Seeking a connection in the
Only way we know.
Hoping our shrill voices will
Convince the universe that we matter,
As we misguidedly attempt to make
Some difference on our piece of earth.
This isn’t life!
Yelling never convinces a single soul
About the rightness of a cause or the
Correctness of an action.
It only drives us further apart and
Makes us dead to ourselves and each other.
Perhaps it's time to remember
The wisdom of the ancients,
Spoken so long ago.
In compassion there is virtue,
Blessed are the peacemakers,
What is given is returned
A thousand fold; and,
In the measure we judge,
We shall be judged,
Love the Gods and
Do no harm.
These days, it’s getting harder for me to hear, though
My hearing is perfectly fine.
Jul 28, 2010
Jul 28, 2010 at 4:50 AM UTC
These days, it’s getting harder for me to hear, though
My hearing is perfectly fine.
Words, speech, rhetoric, proclaimed in our
Homes, schools, churches, media and lives,
Filled with anger, pain, rage,
Endless debating, name calling,
Attacking, yelling, shouting,
Drama and diatribes.
A new willingness sweeps the land, offering
Gratuitous unfiltered honesty.
A truth sport that calculatingly
Cuts off at the knees,
Sending the newly scarred and
Wounded soul to walk away, with
A knife in their back.
What unfulfilled need justifies
This anger, frustration, rage,
Blaming, shaming and finger pointing,
And the creation of new effigies by endlessly
Dissecting and parsing every word and phrase?
Have we become little more than
Hurting people who hurt others?
Are we just reacting in kind with a
Pent-up frustration that has nowhere to go?
Are we really so fearful that
Things aren’t going as they should, afraid
We’ll never get what we want, or scared that
We’ll never have what we need?
Could it be that we are unconsciously
Caught in a vibration of drama, and
Easy prey for the hidden plans
And agendas of others?
Or, have we become slaves of an ego
That willingly fills our minds with
Unproven certainties to
Give us what we do not have but want?
Maybe, strangely, we are
Seeking a connection in the
Only way we know.
Hoping our shrill voices will
Convince the universe that we matter,
As we misguidedly attempt to make
Some difference on our piece of earth.
This isn’t life!
Yelling never convinces a single soul
About the rightness of a cause or the
Correctness of an action.
It only drives us further apart and
Makes us dead to ourselves and each other.
Perhaps it's time to remember
The wisdom of the ancients,
Spoken so long ago.
In compassion there is virtue,
Blessed are the peacemakers,
What is given is returned
A thousand fold; and,
In the measure we judge,
We shall be judged,
Love the Gods and
Do no harm.
These days, it’s getting harder for me to hear, though
My hearing is perfectly fine.