All’s Still Vanity

Pensively this morning, lingering with thoughts that ran across my mind, culminating with the question: Where is this all headed?

I am fancied at the idea and opportunity, God being our Helper, of course; to make a great life for ourselves as a family, raise our children well, try to be a blessing to others, do what’s right…etc

I wonder, what’s it all for at the end of the day?

I nod to myself, as I reflect on the words of the Ecclesiastes writer, “All is vanity”.

When all things are considered, that appears to be the final resolve: vanity.

It seems, no matter what we do, acquire, give or make hell of, all eventually becomes naught.

So then, what makes this moment, this action, plan or idea, blessing or cursing significant?

The waves and flow of life will continue to ripple forward, outward and away…

In hopes that the conclusion of the matter proves mighty, as we navigate through this certain uncertainty called life

Write a poem about: A Tree

Sometimes we don’t recognize our own strength until we look back over our lives and realize that we’re still here!

I’ve been through what seems like hell and back, and I’m still here, but not just me, my people too; my ancestry

The deep dark truth that hangs from silent trees-seemingly existing only in books, movies and memories- twice removed

Shades of mahogany, chocolate and vanilla swirled with mud and tears of resistance

Seeds planted in forbidden soil have grown into unmovable trees

Resist us!

Resist us?

Fighting from resist-stance

Arms held high, hands wide open and visible yet they still shoots us

Branches on this tree, the blood of you and me only in the books, movies and memories twice removed

Think, write and get lost

Many times, guided by ur human nature, we tend to feel the need to always have the answers, the need to always have solutions or reasonable explanations to what is, what is not and what lies in between. As we learn more and more, we should realize that we know less and less. This realization may not cause us to have any less conviction in the “why” section of the way that we choose to live our lives and where we have committed our faith. We should be, however, more open-minded in our understanding of how other people live their lives.

I would like to somehow (temporarily) live outside of this body, float outside my thoughts and experiences only, and really see what it is that makes up our complete existence, that, however, is an impossibility. Therefore, I try to see people as a big picture, not just as an action or an in-the-moment choice, but as the perpetual result of their experiences, understandings, actions.

Our world is changing daily and as we speak, what has been stated as facts and absolutes are now deemed as options and mere possibilities. We are afraid to state as a matter-of-fact who we are and what we believe, when years ago, the basis of how we lived our lives was hinged upon those very declarations.

I wonder, where has the very root of these changes even come from? Who had thought to question the way life is lived? Was it someone just poking around to be different and to go against the grain, or someone in deep search for their truth outside of the norm? Are these questions a battle to be fought, or a wave to be caressed and rode out into the next phase of life? Are we as a human race leading ourselves into a greater realization of who we are and what we were created to be or are we exposing the frailty of our existence toward self destruction? Becoming our own gods-our very own creators. People with thousands of problems and twice that number in answers-yet no solutions, still no solutions.

Perhaps one day we will confess that we do not know it all and that, just like you, there may be a teeny tiny chance that we ourselves have missed the mark, too.

Untitled, written the night Saddam H. was executed!

In a matter of days three world renowned deaths,
One sticks out in mind
Execution by hanging-seemingly a thought-a threat proclaimed against a fearless dictator
Seconds dwindled into fate and the pages of your life read, “The End”
I wonder, although your face was calm, what was in your mind?
You declined a mask to cover you, as you welcomed eternity,
Appearing ready and expecting to hear, “Well done” as you closed your eyes and breathed for the last time
Who were the men who prepared your body to take its eternal plunge? And what beats at their hearts this night? (Which in their time is really day)
This I wonder as I lay my head to sleep and they rise from slumber…
Vengeance is God’s, is He pleased?

Is God Pleased?