#MicroPoetry|October ’17 Reflections

The news, regardless of when you might read this, echoes voices that want to position the inexplicable, whether weather or violence, as explainable. Whether it’s us vs. them or good vs. evil, such certainty obscures that answers become clouded in the ambiguity of human choices and systems that do not offer easy solutions. This A Deacon’s Musing #MicroPoetry tries to make space that sometimes, perhaps often, it is by Grace’s presence that we find out ways through as we hold one another with care.

I had this insight, imagining, dream that as beings made of stardust, our awareness and thoughts are connected to untold and innumerable stars. The vastness of the cosmos, as being directly connected as unfolding thought, got me to begin to consider that our imagination has the power to connect us and to create unimaginable possibilities if harnessed with care and intention. This A Deacon’s Musing endeavours to capture that aspiration …

It sometimes feels like if we push hard enough and force ourselves or one another to change it will happen. This is further experienced in the way we often engage with one another politically. We shout at one another more often than listening to each other. This A Deacon’s Musing #MicroPoetry #Verse endeavours to capture that force and power often fail to help us recognise our interdependence to one another.

Often, we hear the lament of goals and dreams never explored. Or that aspirations cannot overcome the obstacles ahead. These are fair concerns and sometimes there are indeed realities that limit our choices. Other times, fear can get in the way of taking a brave step toward the horizon. This A Deacon’s Musing attempts to capture the latter in this #MicroPoetry #Verse.

What does it mean to serve something?
What is deserving of our service?
How do we let go of ego’s temptation and embrace humility’s confidence?
These are not easy questions and I think, regardless of faith or philosophy, they are central to the examined life. This A Deacon’s Musing attempt to capture, if only a fragment, part of that conversation …

This A Deacon’s Musing #MicroPoetry began with a metaphor: people wound tight like … a yo-yo? Spring? Elastic? From there, I began to muse about pressure and how things are held back, sometimes very natural elements can become destructive if too much tension/diversion occurs. From these thought and ideas, this #Verse began to unfold and what it might mean if we let go of those things that wind us up … and if we find a way to do that, what then might we realise? Awaken to?

The journey: That is often a way to imagine life’s unfolding course. Sometimes, a meditative reflection invites us to consider that the destination, therefore, is not the goal. This A Deacon’s Musing plays with our tendency to want to attain goals with the possibility that the learning, the joie de vivre, is in the experience that occurs as we endeavour toward any possible attainment of a goal and realisation of a dream.