A Life -NOT- Wasted Away

It’s been a little while since my last post and I find myself posting a different poem to the one that I had intended. Circumstances have conspired or the universe has redirected my energies.

I had intended when I sat down to post either “Compassion and Altruism” (since that was relevant to a discussion in a philosophy group that I attended during the week) or “Help Me to Heal, Oh God”.  However, “Turnip” decided she wanted to lie in my lap, which restricted my access to my poetry files.

I’m glad that I went with the flow and posted this poem as it raises an important issue which is often neglected.  It is also a moving story  and I shed a few tears during this posting.

 

“A Life Not Wasted Away”

Dear Catena,

On Sunday I bought you a book,second-hand, at a garage sale.

It was called “Eli’s Wings”, and on the cover,it is described as:

“the true uplifting story of a young woman’s will to live”.

 

I had been wondering how to send it to you.

I was going to ring Lindy to see if you were still alive,

for you have been fighting to die for so long.

 

But now I know…  you finally have your wish.

I have just been reading the paper,as I usually begin my day.

There I found your story, at the top of page 27,titled “A Life Wasted Away”.

 

[“The 20-year old Sydney woman died on Saturday,

her frail body weighing just 32 Kg…

 ….she lost a seven-year battle with anorexia nervosa”

              (Daily Telegraph,Wednesday 11th February, 2009, p27.)]

Catena, as I think you know, I wrote you three poems.

I would have brought them to you myself, if I had been able to…

Perhaps I could have helped…

Instead, I sent them to you.

 

I told you, you were very much loved.

I told you, you could do so much for others… and I was right.

 

There on page 27 is a sad article: “A life wasted away”…

But, do you know…that is untrue.

Your life had a purpose, and here is the reason why:

 

So many thought of, and prayed for you,

and begged you: “Don’t die please”.

Now hundreds of thousands of people

have read about your accursed disease.

“In (New South Wales) there are 500 cases

of anorexia (nervosa) each year,

and 20 per cent die….” **   So you  can see                        ** (Daily Telegraph,

you were just one of many, my dear.                                       11.02.09, p27)

But, you have put a human face on this illness,

and though it’s gaunt  and rather sad,

your face has brought awareness,

and brought good out of what seemed bad.

 

This face, your face, has been your purpose…..

You have made so many people aware.

Your plight…… your compulsions…… your self-loathing…..

have made so many people care.

Your life has served its purpose,

so now you can be glad.

You have helped so many,

and there’s no reason to be sad.

 

On Sunday I bought you a book, second-hand, at a garage sale.

I didn’t know you had already died.

The book was called “Eli’s Wings”.

I need not have bothered, for you already have your own.

 

Angel Catena,  Thank you for your life.

Thank you for your years of suffering.

I am sorry that you didn’t have the chance,

this time around, to live a normal life,

and to have children, and to get married.

 

But Catena, your life was not wasted.

Your life had meaning, for you helped so many people to learn,

about the suffering that so many others are still going through.

You have made a difference.

 

God bless you, angel Catena.

 

In love and light.

Alan

 

Till next time live purposefully and make this world better.

Be the best version of yourself that you can.

God bless,

Alan

Do Not Be a People-Pleaser

Howdy! I hope 2017 has started off well for you.  It should be an exciting year as numerologically it is a “1” year – a time for new beginnings.  I’m sorry that it has taken a while to post this poem as promised. Previously I had saved it as draft and I mistakenly thought I had posted it.  Still every thing happens at exactly the right time. (The following few paragraphs are from my previous introduction.)

It is time to post another of my poems and I am endeavouring to provide my readers an indicative sample of both, the range of subject matter and philosophical directions of my poetry.

This poem has had some positive feedback when I have shared it and it offers what I hope is practical advice.  It seems particularly timely because at this time of the year many people, especially women, put enormous pressure on themselves, trying to make sure things are “just right”.

I hope you enjoy this and it helps you to be peaceful in “the silly season”.

 

Do Not Be a People-Pleaser

Do not be a people-pleaser.

Do not bend over backwards, to keep others happy.

Don’t be so anxious to meet others’ needs, that you’ve anticipated their “needs”,

before they’ve even realized that they have them.

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This behaviour is harmful… to you… and to them.

It is harmful to them because they do not have to struggle.

They do not have to deal with the vagaries of this world.

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Struggling, and setting goals and meeting them are vital steps for each person’s development.

When you meet a need for someone else you deprive that person of the growth,

that comes from struggling to make their dreams come true.

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When you hand things to another on a plate, it is akin to royalty being served by servants.

How is this healthy for them?

How is this healthy for you?

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You are so busy meeting others’ needs that you do not even know what your own are.

You have a compulsion to make others happy…

a compulsion to keep the peace…

to prevent any eventuality which could bring an uproar.

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 Where are you in all this?

When will your needs be met?

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So what if there are some harsh words?

So what if others are unhappy?

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Peace comes from balance…

Peace comes from within…

You cannot make another person peaceful…

no matter how much you want to…

or how much you care.

Thanks for reading my blog and for a little time sharing my world.

I wish you and all your family and friends and acquaintances and “strangers” (those friends you haven’t met yet) a wonderful peaceful and loving Christmas and New Year holiday season.

Let us all help to make 2017 better and more peaceful and more equitable for the world.

In love and light,

Alan

At Peace in an Age of Chaos

With all the “craziness” that is going on in our beautiful world it is a challenge to remain peaceful and in the moment. It is perhaps asking too much of people, to embrace the words of “The Planet of Peace” which was the subject of my first blog, without a stepping-stone. It could be too big a leap.

So I am posting this poem for that purpose, and to publish a more current poem as most of the poems I have published here have been ones written five or more years ago.  This poem was written at the end of November, 2016.

The purpose remains however to raise the spiritual functioning of our planet and to produce as a by-product, a “Planet of Peace”.

At Peace in an Age of Chaos

This is an age of chaos… a time of upheaval.

It is a time of intensified suffering.

Incredible as it may seem this is good!

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Perhaps this is hard to believe when one looks at what is happening in Aleppo,

where civilian populations are indiscriminately bombed,

and hospitals and medical facilities…

(Yes, unbelievably this is true)…

are deliberately targeted.

These are acts of “war crime” which can certainly seen

as acts of “evil”.

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However, these evil acts are for our own good too.

We are being woken from our slumber.

For too long, we have been going through the motions.

It is time to awaken and to stir…

it is time to “fight”for peace.

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These evil acts are rousing us…

calling for us to care about the world,

and the suffering of others.

Do not be discouraged by the evil-doers,

for then they will have won.

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Do not be disillusioned and think that the world is beyond hope.

Everything is happening at the right time and place.

You are in the right place…

at exactly the right time.

You are here to make this world better.

You are here to bring peace…

and then joy and love, to this world.

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The peace of the Universe is in your hands…

for you are at the centre of your universe.

Do not lose faith in the future.

God is behind all actions, even all this suffering.

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Little one, you are being called to awaken.

Little one it is time to take action…

to help this world move forwards into peace.

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It has been said that if you want to have peace and/or love…

then you must be… peace and love.

If everything is happening at the right time in the right way…

then you must embrace this understanding…

and be at peace.

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If there is nothing “wrong” then there is nothing to stop you being peaceful.

All this trauma and travail is happening to bring peace.

So embrace this process.

Be happy about this process…

(whilst always being mindful of, and compassionate to the suffering of the “victims”)…

for better days are ahead.

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There is no reason for you not to be peaceful “now”.

So be here in this moment, now.

Be grateful for your situation… and the unfolding divine plan.

All is well.

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So be at peace, little one.

Find someone to help today.

Cultivate appreciation of all the things that bless your existence.

Cultivate gratitude and pass your calm appreciation on to others.

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Now is not the time for doubt.

Now is the time for resolute determination…

to see only good…

and to remind yourself to be here… now…

in this joyous… peaceful… moment.

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Support those in need and ask your government to do more.

Expect more… Demand more, but peacefully.

Trust in the process…

for we are taking a big step forward.

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Go with God. Be your real… God-self.

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Lots of love to you and all humanity.

Alan

(P.S. If you are wondering about the use of the phrase “little one” and are a little disconcerted by it, you may be reassured or intrigued to know that I was a little uncomfortable about the expression the first time I wrote it.

I too am a “little one”, but it is time for the little ones to pool their energies and love to make our world “big”.)

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In love and light,

Alan

There is No Honour in “Honour Killings”

This is my third blog and, despite some reluctance,  I am drawn to publish this poem. The poem was written in 2008 and remains, unfortunately, relevant to current events. I heard recently that in one country which I won’t name there are around 1,000 “honour killings” each year.

I have a couple of reservations about this poem. The first is that it has some political overtones which I normally try to avoid, and the second is that it has some language usage with which I am not entirely comfortable as I prefer not to talk about “evil”. Still I feel that it is important to present it in accord with its form on its creation.

I also warn you that I have used a new word for God – “Itheshe” which I will comment on later. I mention it now only because it can be disruptive to the flow of one’s reading enjoyment if there is something unexpected. But, that is enough preamble.

 

There is No Honour in “Honour Killings”

There is no honour in “honour killings”, just like there is no love in “shotgun weddings”.

When we force others to do what we desire we are like rapists or murderers.

When we do this… we are doers of evil.

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To kill a family member, because they have been raped,

especially if they have done nothing to provoke such an evil attack… is itself evil.

When the value of the family “name” is worth more than the welfare of one of its members… there is perversion.

This is a sickness of mind and a great, great evil.

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There is no honour in “honour killings”… only evil.

God help those who do these things to understand,

how great is their blindness and how hard are their hearts.

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Let them receive this form of cruelty in this lifetime, or in the next incarnation,

so that they will truly understand how evil was their act,

and how they have made themselves distant from your love.

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God please find these lost sheep, these evil “honour” killers, and bring them home to your fold.

Open their eyes Itheshe, help them to see.

Help them to recognise their blindness, and to feel compassion for those they have hurt.

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God bless these evil-doers and draw them to the light.

Please have compassion on their “victims”, who are also learning about love, even through their “deaths”.

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There is no honour in “honour killings”, but there can be, and ultimately will be,

learning about the meaning of your love, through these acts.

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     Cast out your darkness little one. See the error of your ways.

     Seek God’s light to guide you and you will have better days.

     There is no strength in compulsion and no purity in these heinous acts.

     Honour killing is pure evil, and that is just a fact.

     Reach out for forgiveness. Let go of the need to save face.

     Value each person for who, not what, they are… and the world will be a better place.

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Go little one. Repent and sin no more.

God bless.

I am sorry this poem has an almost religious tone and also oversimplifies a complex situation, but if it can help to save even one life then it will have been worthwhile.  My next blog will, I promise, be more directly spiritual and, hopefully, uplifting.

Finally I will mention that the word “Itheshe” was “lexicrated” (neologised, or invented) in 2008. It was constructed to counterbalance the common “misrepresentations” of God as “male” or “female”. Using the word “it” in relation to God seemed totally inappropriate as it is the same pronoun as is used to describe any inanimate or non-gendered object.

God is all-embracing and Itheshe is found in all beings, whether male, female or non-gendered, and in all things. God embraces all male, female and neutral beings and things, so it see med appropriate to coin this word for “It” / “he” / (and)”she” to recognise this commonality.

This is my reasoning, and I trust that you will understand, or at least tolerate, this usage.

That’s enough. Till next time, may the divine be with you in all things. Go in love and light. God Bless.