Thursday, June 17, 2004

Human

Human

We want so much to be OKAY,
but part of being human beings is being desperately

Unwell.

Part of being human is emptiness is confusion
Part of being human feels disconnected.

Being human in the modern world,
We want to be fixed,
To be whole,
To spackle over the flaws and gashes,
To facelift it,
tuck it,
liposuck it.

but we war not against flesh and blood

We have to live with it.
Although it feels like stacks of jagged bricks
Cascading on my head, pummeling my body,
Bloodying me…it will pass.

Yes,
The pain will
lessen,
will dull.

These shadows have become part of what makes me
Beautiful,
Noble,
Authentic.

Some wounds do not heal
Or if they do,
they leave behind their
Beauty Marks,
gnarling our souls,
making us human to each other

3 Comments:

At 6:05 PM , Blogger Ruthie said...

Hi, Just randomly reading your blog - searching for people with an interest in Quakers and you came up. You have some interesting thoughts! I like, muchly :)

I like this poem tons - do you mind if I share it with some other people on a web forum I'm part of?

Ruthie

 
At 10:09 AM , Anonymous Anonymous said...

I'm not OK,
You're not OK,
it's OK...?

Peace

k

 
At 3:36 AM , Blogger منوعات نور said...

شركة كشف تسربات المياه بجازان
شركة مكافحة حشرات بحائل
تنظيف منازل بحائل
نقل اثاث بحائل
كشف تسربات المياه بحائل
مكافحة حشرات بخميس مشيط

 

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