Monthly Archives: August 2016

Vacation

So often the journey of life is told like an epic tale
Where we go out to conquer the monsters that haunt our world
Yet, sometimes a trip can be merely an adventure
Or a time to retreat from the constant cares of the life of labor
A time to encounter a forest of firs and ferns and pines
To climb a mountain only to see the view of the sunrise on the ocean
Seeking out the beauty of the waterfalls and the lakes
Cruising out on the ocean to see creatures the size of leviathan
Playing in the cold water of the seas among the krill and plankton
Rafting down the river and resting in the summer sun
Eating from the bounty of the sea or simply enjoying a campfire smores
A story where no monsters haunt the garden of Eden
That for a short time we get to inhabit and to dine on its harvest

The Intro to Poetry challenge, day 4 is to write a poem about a journey using a simile

Picture from one of our treks near Bingham, Maine from our vacation this June

Picture from one of our treks near Bingham, Maine from our vacation this June

Debtor

For years I’ve struggled and fought tooth and nail
Sacrificing the possible pleasures of the day to pay
Every time I think that I have almost overcome
The mountain I have been tunneling through
Another landslide places several feet more of iron
Between myself and the light at the end of the tunnel
Sometimes I feel trapped within the mine
A slave continuing to excavate gold and jewels
Indentured into servitude by the cost of living
Perhaps if I had some expensive habit to give up
If I had gambled or drank away my salary
Or enjoyed some grand series of trips or experiences
I might take some solitude from the memory of those times
Or find strength in the turning away from the bad habits
Yet, it is merely the cost of responsibility that hangs over my head
The cost of being a father, of bearing the burdens that life has given
So I know nothing more to do than to grasp the pick again
To apply my strength and sweat to the bedrock that lies in my path
Determined not to be overwhelmed by the mountain above
To continue to clear the tunnel for that elusive other side

Long Lost

By Alfred Jensen (1859-1935) - The Bridgeman Art Library, Object 225483, Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=24979280

By Alfred Jensen (1859-1935) – The Bridgeman Art Library, Object 225483, Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=24979280

At the time we were inseparable, two mates encountering life
But time has its way of pulling apart and placing an ocean between
Colleagues and friend braving the stormy seas of life
Divided as the four winds blew our sails differently
Every now and again I look back across the seas of time
For friends who traveled with me for a part of my journey
Going along as we sailed the currents for the time allotted
However currents shift and winds pull and times separate
I’ve had so many friends in the various ports I’ve called home
Journeying like a merchant marine through my life’s journey
Kindness encountered and given from one friend to another
Long lost except in our memories and recollections of the journey

This is a part of the intro to poetry posts, day 3 where the prompt is friend and the challenge is to use an acrostic (line beginning with a progression of letters either to spell something or like above alphabetically)

What Lies Beneath

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There is a kindness in the smile that reflects the big heart that lies within
Where tenderness and tenacity together toil to transform the world in little ways
For there is a fiery resolve that refuses to release its hopes and dreams
There is a curiosity in the eyes that are continually seeking and wondering
And the ears that sometimes hear a little too clearly bringing in the sights and sounds
Of the world to the quick mind that lies beneath, continually trying to make sense
Of the experiences of the day and the wisdom of the ages, taking into itself
The cares and the worries of the moments and turning them over and over
Looking for the meaning in the moment and the wisdom in the worry and weariness
Perhaps that kind smile and curious eyes and thinning hairline together form
A window to a soul that is a fusion of the best of the saint and the sinner
For what lies beneath is an soul that is older than its years and kinder than its scars

This is a part of the #introtopoetry prompt where the topic is a face and the challenge it to use allteration. I didn’t originally intend to use my own face but it ended up being helpful in working through some of the worries of the moment

 Ecclesiastes 6: The Illusiveness of Joy

Detail from L'Avaro by Antonio Piccinni (1878)

Detail from L’Avaro by Antonio Piccinni (1878)

Ecclesiastes 6

1 There is an evil that I have seen under the sun, and it lies heavy upon humankind: 2 those to whom God gives wealth, possessions, and honor, so that they lack nothing of all that they desire, yet God does not enable them to enjoy these things, but a stranger enjoys them. This is vanity; it is a grievous ill. 3 A man may beget a hundred children, and live many years; but however many are the days of his years, if he does not enjoy life’s good things, or has no burial, I say that a stillborn child is better off than he. 4 For it comes into vanity and goes into darkness, and in darkness its name is covered; 5 moreover it has not seen the sun or known anything; yet it finds rest rather than he. 6 Even though he should live a thousand years twice over, yet enjoy no good– do not all go to one place?

 7 All human toil is for the mouth, yet the appetite is not satisfied. 8 For what advantage have the wise over fools? And what do the poor have who know how to conduct themselves before the living? 9 Better is the sight of the eyes than the wandering of desire; this also is vanity and a chasing after wind.

 10 Whatever has come to be has already been named, and it is known what human beings are, and that they are not able to dispute with those who are stronger. 11 The more words, the more vanity, so how is one the better? 12 For who knows what is good for mortals while they live the few days of their vain life, which they pass like a shadow? For who can tell them what will be after them under the sun?

Ecclesiastes can acknowledge that joy and the enjoyment of one’s toil, food, drink, prosperity and success are all gifts from God but then wonder about the lack of joy among those who have so much and perhaps the illusiveness of the Teacher’s own joy. To use Amy Plantiga Pauw’s clever phrase the unhappy person is described as a “biblical patriarch on steroids” (Pauw, 2015, p. 173) who has possessions, honor, wealth, an abundance of children and a life over twice as long as Methuselah (who lives 969 years according to Genesis 5:27). None of these things can exhaust the insatiability of the human appetite which continually needs to be fed and yet never seems to be satisfied. This insatiability is a great evil that weighs upon humankind and perhaps leads to perception of scarcity where one is continually competing with others for the perceived limited resources of land, possessions, time, family, honor and wealth. Without the gift of God to be able to enter the space of gratitude the insatiability and drive for acquisition continues to leave the person who applies their wisdom to gaining these things unsatisfied.

This illusiveness of joy which the author is describing is an affliction of both Ecclesiastes’ time and ours. Too often happiness is both marketed and believed to be the product of acquisition and the only cure for the insatiability is the continued consumption of things that at best satisfy us momentarily. This escalating quest in our time and the continued presentation before our eyes of the things we don’t have but we should want has led our society to be the most depressed, medicated, addicted and overweight in history. There is something missing that we keep trying to find, something wrong that we continue to try to cure, some empty place we continue to try to fill. We search for something new, something novel but even the new things are imitations or improvements of things that came before. There is nothing new under the sun that can satisfy. The vanity and chasing after wind that go with searching for this illusive joy may indeed be a part of the human condition, what is missing is the grace of gratitude. As mentioned before this gratitude and joy is a gift of God that allows one to enjoy the gifts one has, to be satisfied in the moment, to embrace the seasons of life as they come and go.

The place of humanity is not to dispute with the one who is stronger (NRSV here in verse 10 takes the singular one who is stronger, which probably refers to God, and makes it a plural). The original temptation in the narrative of Genesis is to attempt to be like God. Yet, just as Job is challenged with his own inability to stand before the immenseness of God’s power and work (Job 40-42) humanity as a whole is not in the place to wrestle with the Creator’s plans or limits. We know the experience that comes in the span of our own days and the wisdom we can acquire within them. We cannot control what the future will hold after our days or what our legacy will be, those things rest in the hands of the Creator and those who come after us. Our days can be gift or curse or perhaps both at once. Perhaps if we cannot embrace the joy of the moments and gifts that we have then we would be better off to never have been born. Yet, I’m not willing to fully give in to the pessimism of this turning point of Ecclesiastes, I still believe in the gift that the author found in the toil and relationships, in the eating and drinking, in the accepting of one’s place within the seasons. At the place where he turned away from the insatiable appetite for acquisition and rested in the moments of joy that were a gift of grace.