Thankful for my grandparents’ decision to
Emigrate from persecution in Eastern Europe
Before the Nazi regime rose to power?
Is it any wonder that as an inquisitive child who’d
Asked countless questions, I grew up
Absorbing my grandmothers' stories describing
Drunken pogroms storming through their shtetls
(Tiny villages where Jews were forced to live), leaving
Loved ones ( men, women and children) beaten, raped or
Murdered as had proved commonplace for centuries before
Hitler’s SS made unmerciless sport of tossing terrified
Babies into the air for target practice while horror struck
Parents, eyes racked with indescribable pain, screamed to
No avail as their precious children fell lifeless to the ground
Please don’t tell me that God metes out naught that
We can’t handle, because stories like that have been filtering
Through my dreams ever since Trump’s lying hand was seen
Defiling the Bible when he was sworn into office more than
Two years back, so it’s plain to see why my brain has been
Releasing nightmares like the one that made me cry out
Last night, in which a pack of wild dogs, tigers and
Terrorists, looking down from above, held me hostage within
A slippery-sided gulch ( resembling massive holes excavated in
Places like Babi Yar by Jewish victims to serve as mass graves where
Thousands of old or ill or emaciated slaves were lined up
Gunned down and buried, some still alive, and perhaps
Today’s insight laden train of thought shines the spotlight of clarify
Upon the primary reason why I, who feel so grateful for
My daily life, have felt need to down migraine strength
Excedrin, every day, over these past several months, driving me to
Ask myself: Has the bulk of my mental frustration with
Man’s inhumanity to man (intensified by trump’s
Remaining in office) grown so emotionally intolerable as to have
Been repressed? And if that’s true then is repressed rage
Pounding away against my brain’s wall of denial by day until
Darkness swallows my persona’s lighthearted attitude, releasing my
Subconscious fear of being devoured by beastiality running
Rampant through my dreams as if an impending series of
Tornados is about to wreck havoc with my quest for
Peace of mind by night—not because I fear for the safekeeping of
My family’s religious affiliation (but because that proves true of
So many parents throughout our pain torn world, desperately
Seeking asylum in hopes of raising their children in a safe haven, because
No matter how we doctor it, inner conflict between personal joy and
Unrelieved frustration concerning the personal safety of ‘others’ (whom
I consider sisters and brothers) is a bitch of a wrestling match to
House inside my head ... so though I seek inner balance, clarity
Concerning reality suggests that a lasting sense of peace of mind will not
Be mine until my processor designs a middle ground upon which
My primary inner conflict (between joy and frustration) can perch where
My inner problem solver, having absorbed a bird’s eye view over
Thr warring history of humankind perpetrated by the negative side of
Human nature can gain an expanded perspective over
Sound reason to truly relax my fixer, knowing that, as the future unfolds
Personal growth spurts will be propelled less often by m need to
Muster the courage to handle emotional eruptions of empathetic pain with
Heightening levels of maturity intact, more often by today’s self respectful
Evaluation of where I’ve been, where I’ve brought myself to as of today and
Where my intuitive intelligence plans to take myself, next until I actually
Retire The Herculean Attitude that certainly cannot heal our world’s
Broken strengths on my own, which is why my intuitive intelligence
Consistently reaches out to your intelligence in hopes of expanding
‘Our’ grassroots movement concerning global need to
Heighten self awareness to the ‘sameness’ that exists behind
Our rainbow skin tones (which proving surface in nature, suggest
That people are people wherever we go, and people who
Love people are the luckiest people in the world—as of today
Stats suggests that in more than eighty nations, folks
Like you and me absorb trains of thought that I feel compelled to
Send out into cyberspace close to every day—BTW—
My follow-up appointment with the neurologist, proved fruitful, though
Unfortunately, fruit picked before ripeness does not taste sweet
Suggestive of the fact that my EEG of several weeks back shows all is not
Well within my frontal lobe; however whatever is undergoing
This process of unexpected change remains unclear, so I’ll be scheduled for
An MRI and a battery of diagnostic tests, and if I’m repeating myself
Perhaps that’s a symptom of whatever is in need of repair, and being that
That’s all I know for certain, right now, I’ll keep you abreast of
Test results as they come in—hmmm—perhaps my angst-ridden reactions to
Trump’s atrocities (reined in, thank God by our branches of government)
Mixing with familial stories of persecution experienced in
Eastern Europe a century ago (along with natural every day concerns for
My family’s well being) do not make up the primary reasons for
Daily headache invasion, over recent months—though it’s still true that
The answers lie within my head, so with courage and patience intact—
Time will tell what’s going on inside my brain of which I’ve been consciously
Unaware—as to leaving you hanging midair, clarity, concerning
Reality, suggests that today’s intuitive train of thought can’t convey
Knowledge that is not yet mine, so just as I feel need to channel
A peaceful place inside my head in which to patiently await test results while
Hoping that all will be well that ends well, perhaps you’ll choose to
Relax concern for my safekeeping along with relaxing concern over
Personal, familial, national and global situations that
Remain beyond your immediate control to change for the better, as well
Otherwise, say hello to self induced craziness knocking on your frontal lobe’s
Screen door—as for me I'm proactively choosing to just say No Thank You to
Subconscious craziness based in inner conflict springing a leak, because
If there’s one thing our desire for a peaceful sense of human kindness does not
Need it’s more lunatics leaping into the ring threatening trump supporters with
A duel to the death—thank goodness my well practiced, ambidextrous
Line of Control knows when to arise to the call of double duty, so as to
Row my boat consciously away from both fronts (the one we clearly
Face, today, and my subconscious leakage of yesteryear’s tears)—I mean
‘‘Tis more than enough to point our swords toward the front that’s made up of
A set of realistic anxieties, each of which may have need to be massaged on
A daily basis so as to forestall muscle tension from adding physical distress to
The hornets’ nest, which is unlike the naturally busy bee hive of my mind that
Offers up half filled cups of honey, which I plan to share once test results are
Known—so until then, you’ll hear my chosen attitude sing—
Rain rain go away, I chose the desert where the sun invites us to
Come out to play most every day ... as for tonight—
I'll enjoy a sleepover with Ravi—Hooray for proactive planning!
A moment of heartfelt reflection concerning an act of loving kindness:
Over spring break our family enjoyed several days together at our time share on the west coast where my grandchildren enjoyed an afternoon craft session spent stuffing and clothing a plush animal (Build a Buddy). When a little girl arrived too late to build a buddy of her own, Ravi, noting her crestfallen spirit, smiled and said: You can help me color the tee shirt that I'm making for my elephant, and as one smile drew forth another, a friendship ensued ...
Do you know that every child in Germany and Poland studies the Holocaust before graduation?
How interesting is it that that's not true in the land of the brave and the free?
Fast forward seventy years after those horrific atrocities were committed by mankind against mankind and ask, along with me: Are we still lacking the courage to admit that leadership in the USA chose blinders and earmuffs over brotherhood and compassion, knowing full well that genocide was taking place, not in uneducated, third world countries but throughout Europe, where the renaissance had thrived for centuries—while bloodbaths were not so secretly going on—
Good lord! Time to swing my mind forward to tonight’s sleepover with a young brain that answered this question with a sweet, sparkling smile that ignited my own:
Ravi, are you going to miss your friends now that summer vacation has come?
No Gramma. I’m going to play with you, and when you’re busy, I’ll take swimming. Gymnastics. Ballet and singing. And having summed up her summer plans, Ravi finished up with one of her favorite expressions—“There you go!”
Lucky me, enjoying my golden years enriched by this charming sprite’s
Naturally contagious, utterly captivating, light-hearted spirit!
Do you know that every child in Germany and Poland studies the Holocaust before graduation?
How interesting is it that that's not true in the land of the brave and the free?
Fast forward seventy years after those horrific atrocities were committed by mankind against mankind and ask, along with me: Are we still lacking the courage to admit that leadership in the USA chose blinders and earmuffs over brotherhood and compassion, knowing full well that genocide was taking place, not in uneducated, third world countries but throughout Europe, where the renaissance had thrived for centuries—while bloodbaths were not so secretly going on—
Good lord! Time to swing my mind forward to tonight’s sleepover with a young brain that answered this question with a sweet, sparkling smile that ignited my own:
Ravi, are you going to miss your friends now that summer vacation has come?
No Gramma. I’m going to play with you, and when you’re busy, I’ll take swimming. Gymnastics. Ballet and singing. And having summed up her summer plans, Ravi finished up with one of her favorite expressions—“There you go!”
Lucky me, enjoying my golden years enriched by this charming sprite’s
Naturally contagious, utterly captivating, light-hearted spirit!
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