We cut our fingernails,
Peel back the sleep from our eyes.
We pull the stray hairs off,
Watch them fall.
Crooked eyes make for
The straightest disguise:
We wear the face of humanity--
Our imperfect noises, ideas, cries.
In the face of despair,
We turn our tired eyes towards
Light.
However dark our lives,
We rise.
Against all logic,
all fear,
all confusion,
all despair.
We rise like rain
That bounces off rock:
Too bold too stay,
Too strong to remain.
Made for more than this,
More than superficial bliss,
We rise.
And while we stand,
The crooked of our pain remains,
But the straight of the sun dances
Like it's new again.
Like it's piercing holes in
Despair.
Like the Nothing that we
Worshipped was a sham.
(I wrote this poem while listening to the following song on YouTube over and over, and over and over, and over and over. And again. Hold Us Together by Matt Maher
One Writer's Journey Through Parenting, Teaching, Writing, Faith, and Social Justice. A.E. Housman once claimed that "poetry is not the thing said, but a way of saying it." These are my attempts at a way of saying it. Too often, we erect walls where a few stoplights would do the trick. Consider these posts stoplights along the way.
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Sunday, October 16, 2011
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Wednesday, December 5, 2007
How Health Arrives
While my wife and I have been married only a short two years, our journey togther has taught us some powerful things. The most important of these may be that emotional and spiritual health seems to arrive only when we are willing to explore our roots. How have we come to be the way we are? What influences in my life have inspired / denigrated / motivated / silenced me and the voice I possess?
How willing we are to investigate where we've come from says a lot about how much we want to grow.
In my class today, my students and I acted out one of my favorite texts, Plato's Allegory of the Cave. It is a beautiful essay which explores how many of us live: so as to hide behind what we have always known to be true, rather than explore the new possibilities of our lives, which may be more true than the comforts we have known for so long.
During a long walk last night, my wife said something I found to be profound and moving, which helped to connect a lot of divergent thoughts I have encountered lately. Her words: "We must be willing to confront what has happened in our past if we want to embrace the opportunities of our present."
I agree!
How willing we are to investigate where we've come from says a lot about how much we want to grow.
In my class today, my students and I acted out one of my favorite texts, Plato's Allegory of the Cave. It is a beautiful essay which explores how many of us live: so as to hide behind what we have always known to be true, rather than explore the new possibilities of our lives, which may be more true than the comforts we have known for so long.
During a long walk last night, my wife said something I found to be profound and moving, which helped to connect a lot of divergent thoughts I have encountered lately. Her words: "We must be willing to confront what has happened in our past if we want to embrace the opportunities of our present."
I agree!
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