Friday, 2/5/21
Howdy! Glad to meet with you!
I was walking along the shoreline one day when I saw these trees on their own little islet. I imagined them as two beings that were stripped bare and living in a grey desolate place yet they’re still raising their limbs with joy, in defiance of their environment.. It inspired the following poem..
Joyous Desolation We were children exposed to horrific violations We could not protect ourselves by our own volition. Our bodies and souls shredded for horrid predation, Innocents grafted into their living perdition The clueless say we should get over ourselves. As if we never prayed and worked hard for ourselves to release the anger, shame and pain that yells through out our psyches reminding us of hell. We’re never able to control others’ actions but with Grace we can learn to control our reactions. No, we may never live in persistent elation, but at times we can chose joyous desolation. There are those who decide we should keep our mouth shut for their complacency so they stay in their rut or they have too much guilt and they don’t have the guts to delve into their shadows to own their own stuff While we may never move ‘them’ to positive action we can still work and pray for our own sublimation. No, we may never live in persistent elation but perhaps we can chose joyous desolation. Let’s quit ceding our lives to others low expectations and take conscious action towards our own reclamation and if our scars prevent a persistent elation, we can still chose to live in joyous desolation. - c. Pearl E. M.
I’ll be back on Tuesday when Grace’s era will continue to be told. I hope you have some beautiful moments this weekend!
