What Is This Future? It Is NOT Dante's Inferno!
Written in the singular, the reader is encouraged to read it thus of oneself ~ herself, himself, she, her, he, him ~ so that the encouragement within these stanzas might enter the heart, coarse through the veins, and lodge firmly in the brain.
What is this future?
It is the sum total of my past
My successes and failures,
sadness, heartache
and also moments of inexpressible joy
Joy, it is, to firmly grasp, and not let loose;
Cast off the heaviness
and know that my life is never wasted.
That my future,
aeons from now,
is the brightest yet
and based upon earth’s foundations,
this temporal realm.
I have nothing to fear.
I have been a good man?
That is subjective.
Yes, I have made mistakes.
Yes, I have been wrong.
But not all of the time.
Fair to middling does not mean good.
But that is not for me to think about.
Can I make my life better?
Yes. It rests upon making my life easier for others to cope with.
Still be my own man, my own woman, my own person,
And be my own being in body and soul and spirit.
I have brought life to many lives,
And that is what counts above all.
I speak not of religion.
I have no fear of hell
For hell is not a threat.
Hell is here, on this earth,
in this Present Realm.
I am fashioned on the anvil,
beaten and smelted,
and am now a priceless diamond
And my heart is pure.
I do not need to fear the night,
Incandescent Light
I am filled with Awe, Delight,
Wonder and Humility.
We all looked at each other
I AM WHOLE
I AM A MAN
I AM WHOLE
I AM A WOMAN
I AM WHOLE
I AM TRANSGENDER
I AM WHOLE
I AM BI
The circle complete
An Awareness Denied to every person
until this atom-splitting moment
WE ARE WHOLE
Without this Circle, beyond,
like drones
does every religion lurk,
Their own circles interweaving.
Already plots and schemes afoot,
The Circle must be erased.
Those who make up the Circle must disappear.
They are a threat to the very continuance of human life
… and so they went on…
That night, that incredible, elevating night
I wandered home,
questioning the creator, not outwardly, just by thought.
Deep, subterranean thought.
Why on earth did You prompt all these religions
to write about You in the way that they do,
to portray You?
As I turned the corner and looked along the Evesham Road,
headlights declared the arrival of Spring,
The Foliage was thickening,
Beautiful, an incandescent array, a million hues.
It is very peaceful.
I dared to give a nudge as I approached Central Cross Drive.
I DIDN’T!
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© 2024 Kenneth Thomas Webb
Written 7 March 2014
Digital Artwork by KTW
