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We face
questions about the meaning of life and death almost daily. It is a rare person
that finds any answers. However, we should not be defeatist. On the contrary,
we should feel encouraged.
Yes, we
run a gamut of emotions. The joys of life are constantly under threat by fear,
grief, pain and loneliness. Yet if we look hard enough with our inner eye, we
are likely to see more and more of that bigger picture of which we are but
brush strokes on the canvas. It may not answer any questions but it affords us
a glimpse of our purpose in life.
We are
all aspects of the bigger picture and, as such, have a positive part to play as
we find ways to deal with ways of living and dying. We can but hope that when
others view the picture they may glimpse and take heart from our contribution.
SPOILT
FOR CHOICE
Too often
have I talked with Death
in green
fields, by sandy shores,
under
stars in the middle of the night,
on street
corners in broad daylight;
conversation
is always much the same,
along the
lines of my losing a grip
on the
meaningfulness of life and love
and He
offering safety, security,
release
from the anxieties of integrity;
let Death
take responsibility for me
where
others refuse, be a ghost among
shades of
darkness, distanced from
the
spoils and heartache of daily grind,
out of
sight, out of mind...?
Too often
have I talked with Death
during
early hours, late strolls,
counting
spring lambs frolicking in
fields of
memory, listening out for
voices
across the sea, once near, dear
to me,
not so long ago it seems,
stuff of
sweet dreams, laid low come
cold
light of day, buried beneath
cracked
paving stones, cruel highways
expecting
me to carry on till I drop
exhausted,
reaching for Death’s hand
rather
than dare ask for help, seek
answers
in prayers that always seem
to fall
on deaf ears…
“No one
cares,” Death so delights
in telling
me, urging I turn
my back
on spite, hate, jealousy,
poverty,
hunger, war, a politics
of
perversity, world religions busy
practising
world division, quick
to
condemn what (too often) they
can’t
comprehend for refusing
to play a
part in common workings
of the
heart, keeping their distance,
awarding
marks out of ten to any seen
to have
stakes in a God they would
claim for
their own and give a name
where no
need for one...
Where
voices would deny us peace,
let us
explore the politics of choice
[From: Accomplices To Illusion by R. N. Taber, Assembly Books, 2007]
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