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Hopefully, readers will always find time and space enough within themselves to get in touch with their own deeper feelings. In this sense at least, all religious faiths and festivals have something in common.
Love has the capacity for rising above the worst life and nature may feel inclined to throw at it, including winter, a winter of the heart as well as of the meteorological kind.
Yes, here I go again. The message of all religious faiths and festivals - is one of peace and love; who hears and acts upon it, is another matter.
Long, long live love … and let's not discriminate against LGBT folks just because it offends some heterosexual 'norm'; in a common humanity, diversity is part of what should be an all-inclusive norm, not an exception to any rules laid down and spread by any religious dogma as a socio-cultural-religious 'norm'. God is love, after all.
Long, long live peace, too, wherever it is given even half a chance.
As for peace of mind, we can but try for it, and once we find, be sure to share it, if only to take comfort and joy from watching the ripples spread ...
Gay or straight, there is more to anyone than his or her sexuality; certain individuals, organizations, and communities (parents, too) - worldwide - would serve themselves and others by far better for keeping that in mind.
COMFORT AND JOY or
I could hear bells ringing,
Suddenly, I saw you there,
Loneliness ebbing away,
Where snow piles your grave,
Not once a year but every day,
This poem first appeared on the blogs in 2010. [I do not intend to repeat all
earlier poems, but readers are welcome to explore the blog archives as
indicated in the far right column of any blog page.
Now, I always write love poems with my late partner in
mind even though he died years ago.
Hopefully, readers will always find time and space enough within themselves to get in touch with their own deeper feelings. In this sense at least, all religious faiths and festivals have something in common.
Love has the capacity for rising above the worst life and nature may feel inclined to throw at it, including winter, a winter of the heart as well as of the meteorological kind.
Yes, here I go again. The message of all religious faiths and festivals - is one of peace and love; who hears and acts upon it, is another matter.
Long, long live love … and let's not discriminate against LGBT folks just because it offends some heterosexual 'norm'; in a common humanity, diversity is part of what should be an all-inclusive norm, not an exception to any rules laid down and spread by any religious dogma as a socio-cultural-religious 'norm'. God is love, after all.
Long, long live peace, too, wherever it is given even half a chance.
As for peace of mind, we can but try for it, and once we find, be sure to share it, if only to take comfort and joy from watching the ripples spread ...
Gay or straight, there is more to anyone than his or her sexuality; certain individuals, organizations, and communities (parents, too) - worldwide - would serve themselves and others by far better for keeping that in mind.
COMFORT AND JOY or
I could hear bells ringing,
choir voices singing,
snow falling like manna
from heaven for kids
and snowmen while I
gazed
from a window,
nose against the pane,
never felt so alone
Suddenly, I saw you there,
sunshine in the hair,
so near, and yet so far …
a dear, familiar grin
daring me enjoy the
comfort
of togetherness
and share in festivity
than bare self-pity
Loneliness ebbing away,
I came out to play
that wonderful winter's day;
you threw snowballs,
missed, and we kissed…
your lips so sweet
and warm, grey-blue eyes
forgiving me for living
Where snow piles your grave,
that winter's night,
we made love while bells
rejoiced us and angels
chorused all the
pleasures
of togetherness
that is the joy of festivity,
defying self-pity
Not once a year but every day,
love finds a way
to bring such comfort and joy
as embraces us all,
nurturing the more positive
side of human nature,
heart and soul of a humanity
celebrating its diversity
If God is Love, and love acts
thus,
where does bigotry have a
place?
Copyright R. N. Taber 2002,
2020
[Note: This poem also appears on my gay-interest blog today; an earlier version appears in First Person Plural by R. N. Taber,
Assembly Books, 2002; it was originally written as a Christmas poem, but
feedback suggested this made it come across as less all-inclusive] RNT