Sadly
there will always be prejudice and bigotry especially in some parts of the world
that are slow to get real about Human Rights, but elsewhere as well.
All we
can do is lead by example, try to educate the less enlightened among the
heterosexual majority in our own little corner of the world and trust that
the ripples we make will spread, become waves and cross oceans. It has happened
before, is happening even now and will always happen.
Yes,
there will always be bigotry and prejudice but be sure it won’t always get its
own way. People, on the whole, are better than that, although it may take more
time than we would like for those some to realize that. Others, of
course, like die-hard evangelicals and those repressive regimes around the world who
put self-interest above common humanity, will always pursue their
own agendas...that is, for as long as the rest of the world lets them get
away with it.
We can but resist the worse aspects of life as best we can and try, each in our own way, to live up to the legacy that every good parent leaves his or her their children - love. Love, in all its shapes and forms will see us through just about anything life throws at us.Sadly, some children miss out on that, but love is open all hours, we only have to make time to look and learn... if we so choose. (Something else my mother taught me and which, especially as someone with no partner to share the ups and downs of growing old - I am 70 now - I try to live up to in my heart and pass on in my poems.)
The best oral traditions, as passed on in all walks of life, are more than just stories, they are a legacy of love that - should we care to listen and learn - encourages us to bond with a common humanity and play our part, each in his and her own way; a posthumous as well as present consciousness serving us ... if we will but let it.
PAGES IN A FAMILY HISTORY or GHOST, (ANOTHER) WORD TO THE WISE
There are
words my mother told me
that,
when feeling low, I always recall,
seize
upon and cling to passionately,
opening up to
the body, heart and soul
There are
dreams my mother shared
that,
when feeling low, I always recall;
knowing
how much she really cared
keeps her
near close, makes them real
There are
principles my mother had
that,
when feeling low, I always recall,
seeing the good in folks not the bad,
though all humanity stumble and fall
There is
bigotry my mother warned
that,
when feeling low, may get to me;
the trick
(she had its lesson learned)
is to cry
inside, so no enemy will see
Keep the faith, my mother urged me
that,
when feeling low, I always recall
on hearing colour-creed-sex-sexuality
make its case for heart-mind-body-soul
My mother passed away years ago,
but I often hear her whisper in my ears,
urging me to keep the faith and know
love is stronger than the worst of fears
In those wise words my mother told me,
hear the
cry of a common humanity
Copyright
R. N. Taber 2008
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