White Page -
Being the soul of man
In purest form
Without flesh (physical body)
Without the astral body
Without the casual body
Black Letters -
Being the acquired luggage
Tacked on during our
Fall from grace
Only to find out
Grace was never lost
Or forsaken
Though our souls displaced
That love as we envision
Is truly a disgrace
Causing only the envisioned
To lose face
Though marred at birth
We fashion love
To resemble that of motherhood
Only after having misplaced
This love a thousand fold
Do we come to realize
Not too far off the mark
Were we - but…but…
What about fatherhood
Asked by all - even he
Daring to be man
Not knowing the definition
Of Hu-man
Nor understanding the
Meaning of Being
Later we learn that
True fatherhood is in
Honoring thy mother in all
Her motherhood - giving back
That which was given freely
But not without price - for some
And for some not at all - paying forward
Yes, only by paying forward
Will we catch a glimpse
Of one facet of love
But until we begin to love
Ourselves - and take the
Plunge within
Allowing us to find God/Love
And to share what we've
Found - in all truth
Just became aware of
With others
Until then - our life will
Continue to be
Mere
Black Letters on a White Page
After reading this piece, I sit here in tears as I re-live the moment of painful truth my father gave me. After twenty-five+ years, I thought he could finally be the father I wanted him to be...for me and my 2 year old daughter. Not only was I rejected again, my presence forced him to face his own failures in leaving us (my mom and two (2) sets of twins -- I was 4 at the time). So instead of embracing the good that came from my mother's dedication to build us and owning his actions, he, in turn ran and ignored me...again. And I was living with him. So now I know, I was not the apple of his eye afterall and it hurts like hell.
Speechless!!!!
This was a very insightful piece that made me think. I enjoyed!
RaiLa