Emissary OR The 'u', 'i' and 'y' of Humanity, Parts of a Whole
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Overheard in a local supermarket on the day (widely reported in the media) when princes William and Harry recently unveiled a statue of their late mother, Princess Diana:
LITLE
GIRL: What happens when you die, Mummy?
MOTHER: If you’re a good girl, you go to Heaven.”
LITTLE
GIRL: Is Princess Diana in Heaven?”
MOTHER: I imagine so, yes.
CHILD: And will I go there, too, when I
die?”
MOTHER If
you’re a good girl, yes, of course.
CHILD: So, will I get to meet Princess
Diana?
MOTHER: Well, err, maybe, who knows what lies
ahead for any of us.
A long pause
CHILD: So, if I’m bad, will I go to Hell?
MOTHER: Oh, look, darling, there’s Penny and
her mummy. let’s go and say hello...”
People are entitled to their faith, and should be respected for it, but no browbeating religious agenda / dogma will ever get a thumbs-up from yours truly.
As for Death, I remain pragmatic, but also hopeful that the better part of me will continue to commune with those I have loved (as they do with me) and any among humankind whose own mind-body-spirit is happy to let me in.... unlike the former work colleague (a clergyman's wife) who told me she thought it was a shame I'd go to hell (for being gay.) She is as entitled to her faith, as I am entitled to reject it, as I did...long before I realised I'm gay.
EMMISARY or THE ‘U’, ‘I’ & ‘Y’ OF HUMANITY, PARTS OF A WHOLE
Sooner
or later,
I
call on everyone everywhere,
sparing
no one;
rich
or poor, young or old,
none
ever get to run
whenever
I choose to appear
and
make myself known,
nor do I need to wait for an invitation,
such
is the nature of my mission
Oh,
many are they
who
would slam doors in my face
rather
than let me in,
having
no time or use for me,
preferring
to send me
on
my way, were I to but listen
to
what they have to say,
while
I prefer to avoid any altercation,
such
is the nature of my mission
Misted-over eyes
of
a wistful, wishful, woeful world,
see
me as bad news,
not
least for refusing to budge
on
my demands;
some, though, make a good case
for
staying put awhile,
and I'll mull over making due provision,
such
is the nature of my mission
While
I can’t claim
to
come as friend, neither am I enemy,
though
assumed so
by
kith and kin, neither ready yet
nor
(quite) willing
to
explore a universal truth with us.
the
like of which
defies
even the most creative imagination,
such
is the nature of my mission
We’ll
pass on dreams,
beyond
the ken of mortals, bid the portals
of those mind-body-spirits
we
may have known, loved, touched
by
word, deed, hearsay
or art forms invariably inspiring debate
for
centuries by courtesy
of empathies surpassing all expectation,
such
is the nature of my mission
I
am the Spirit of Death,
come
to restore, rework, reshape human life
whenever,
wherever,
take
it through personal space
into
as evergreen a beauty
as
grows from seeds of love and friendship,
(life-forms
without equal)
sure
to nurture remembrance and celebration,
such
is the nature of my mission
Copyright
R. N. Taber 2021
Labels: after-life, common humanity, death, friendship, global consciousness, human nature, human spirit, life- forms, love, memories, nature, poetry, positive thinking, posthumous consciousness, remembrance, society
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