Saturday, 30 November 2013

Homing in on Self-Awareness

I look around and sometimes wonder...if we can’t keep faith with each other, what hope for our keeping faith with ourselves? Whatever, it is down to us, no one else.

We may blame fate, our therapist, even God...but when push comes to shove there is no lasting escape from our having to take responsibility for our own choices. Nor are we entirely to blame for making wrong choices. We are as we are. No one (thank goodness) is perfect.

This poem is a kenning.


Come, child,
where I lead, don’t be afraid;
listen to the murmurings
of your heart, exercise the finer
leanings of your mind;
start to care, understand why
I, too, am always here
for you, trying to be fair,
even kind

See, child,
where I walk and let’s talk,
you and I, exchange
home truths before they fester
and die in the bowels
of a soul bent on proving
its very existence - by
token resistance to temporal

Hear, child,
any wise words of your own;
feel free to ignore mine
if you suspect they threaten
your ivory tower
of pretension, no protection
against a world its own
worst enemy for a divided

Part godly, part devilry,
call me, Destiny...

 Copyright R. N. Taber 2004; 2013

[Note: A slightly different version of this poem appears under the title 'Know he Voice, Can't Place the Face' in A Feeling for the Quickness of Time by R. N. Taber, Assembly Books, 2005; revised ed. in e-format in preparation.]

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