Friday, February 7, 2014

Poem for the day

There Are Days

by Paul Ewert

There are days that I want to curl up in a ball

And lie still, quiet and do nothing at all.

Feel the hurts inside my head

Rolling around in misery, despair and dread.


Then it occurs to me that this is exactly

What my assailants wanted to do to me.

To put me down, degrade me

make me less than human


To give in and accept defeat, allows them to win

To continue to stuff my humanity in

To deny my beauty, my strength, my mind, my heart

Let’s them trip me up as each day starts.


Yet the Me that I hold back is the very thing

That they sought to attack.

My life is my own, no one abuses and hurts me

I choose to live my life and break free


It has been said that “living well” is the best revenge.

Not allowing a setback to determine my whole life

Not making for me misery and daily strife.

The secret leaks out in my actions and words

But I shall conquer fear, despair and doubt undeterred.

I shall turn the other cheek

Not mocking or damaging the quiet and the meek.


For they too have their lives to live,

Their wellness to maintain

Their hearts, minds, beauty and strength

Shining bright possibly burning out an emotional stain.


I am but one being, one gift from God

Who had been through much

And down many paths have trod.

Those things have been exposed to my soul

My bright, strong, helpful, compassionate soul

I can only see what I have around me,

But my actions have consequences

And I make them to be the best

Not only for myself, but for others

Who have passed me by

And go bouncing and interacting

In my wake.


Let the bright days begin

Pass the sorrows and fears in to the refuse bin.

For my heart fills with joy

My mind with fills with peace

My humanity again blooms

Because Life will never cease.


About your life. Random inspired reflection

Once you die, you are prohibited from adding actions to your biography, the story of your life. What is left in your passing is the reiteration and repetition of descriptions of the actions you took and your stated reasons for doing so.

When you die, when you stop living, your life changes from biography, the nonfiction recounting your life's actions and events, to fiction, the interpreted retelling of your life with the translation through myriad of voices passing it along.

You no longer have input about what your words and actions mean to you. Your words and actions become the grist for others to do and say things. Those people may say that you made a statement but the meaning of your statement is filtered through the motivations, intentions and desires of those persons passing along that statement. So it is for the common person, so it is for the prophet.

This is the danger of time; the danger of change. Humanity discovers new things and processes. The beliefs and opinions of past generations must be adapted, altered, tailored to current events and items. The brand of car that would have been driven by Mohammed or Jesus is irrelevant, but the respect given by the driver to others and the reciprocal respect given by others to the driver can be found by reflecting on writings found in Sacred and Holy writings pertaining to each prophet. Most notably and respectively the Qur'an and Holy Bible.

The intention of the reflectant must be set aside to understand the universal truths of humanity.