Today at d’Verse, Lisa asked us to consider the Vatic Voice, the voice of the prophet in our poetry, speaking as though from the voice of God! I decided to try something different for me with a prophetic political rant. Tonight is the first of the Presidential Debates. Never have we had such extreme differences in the candidates. It is easy to simply choose someone who thinks and talks like we do, but there is much more at stake. We are choosing a way of thinking for the future of the country. The two candidates are really irrelevant, in my opinion. We are voting for a philosophy.
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Amish buggy clopping down the road
Horse looking straight ahead pulling her load
Not seeing side to side // distractions might scare
Blinders shading each eye // make her unaware.
On down the road and into the barn
Knows her place // she always goes home
Just like us clopping down the road
Choosing our blinders pulling our load;
Refusing to see what’s all around us.
Distractions might scare us // the news might blind us
Tell us we might be wrong // or twist our thinking
With all our choices, it could drive us to drinking
As long as we can see straight ahead
We stay on course knowing we’re lead…
Down the road of our personal choosing;
We forge ahead even though we’re losing.
Unlike the horse, who must wear her blinders
We choose to ignore reality’s reminders
Photos: Dwight L. Roth
With the new election year coming up, I thought this little rerun jab might wake us up!
A preacher once told his congregation, ” You can pretty much count on the fact that what’s happening is not always what’s going on!” This is really true when it comes to politics and the News Media. We have heard many accusations being thrown at the media for broadcasting fake news. With news that continues twenty-four hours a day everything gets turned into news. Today, President Trump’s Twitter account was shut down for eleven minutes by an exiting employee. It made the evening news! What more can I say!
Perspective changes how we understand truth. I believe what we consider to be truth is part of a much bigger entity. The apostle Paul said we see through fogged up glasses. It is interesting to me that people think they have a handle on truth, and that gives them the right to judge everyone else. I find that much of what we believe is truth is based on faith. In spite of that some feel they must prove that what they believe is really true based on facts. They take what little they have and recreate it into something very different. Others take it as a mandate and try to force it on everyone else. I have been chasing truth all my life. This poem shares some of what I have learned.
I run toward truth
Arms wide open as a lover’s embrace
Breathless with anticipation
I move through the swamp’s fog
Heading for higher ground
I reach for truth
Gathering it as bort on the diamond cutter’s floor
Only to find the chips
Are parts of a much larger facet
Shining as they may
They are only the edges of a greater glory
I grasp truth
As a child clings to his toy
Thinking no one else will possess it but me
Settling for sparkling dust on the cutting room floor