Either love or money?

The Mid-week Motif Prompt over at Poets United this week is “money”. I don’t know if this will fit or not but here is yet another poem about Dorian Grey. I’ve been working on this one since last year.  I am also posting this on dVerse Poets OLN.

Either Love or Money?
I was born wealthy –
Old inherited money, y’know?
But I was bored beyond belief –
so I sold my soul –
But you all know that already.
I was bored with going to the Café Royale
and being gaped at by the pseudo-aesthetes.
I was bored with buying my ties
collars and waistcoats from Liberty
and wearing cobalt blue and
wine coloured velveteen suits from
Krause and Sons on Jermyn Street.
The endless chatter of the wealthy,
The whining and begging of the poor.
When I was 110, I realized
I was bored again. All that money
all that beauty, all the drugs, sex,
And food – I was boredboredbored.
So here I am in 2017
and am even more bored than I ever was.
Do these people not realize they are murdering their home?
That they are living years beyond their means?
That the poor and homeless are still with us
and people still die –
by overdoses, bizarre diseases, in those
warehouses for the aged, by guns,
by automobiles, wars.
And I am still alive.
If asked what I would rather have
either love or money?
To use the parlance of today,
I would say, hell yes. Show me the money.
After all, it has bought me eternity.

Reeve Carney as Dorian Gray in Penny Dreadful

Fall knocks slowly: In Memoriam, Bill H. and Sean

Note: multiple tanka to make one poem

Bill Hamilton, a wonderful man full of bravery and love, passed away this week.  He did a blog on coping with COPD.  He fought the good fight, he ran the race with dignity and bravery and humor.

Sean also passed this week.  A sweet Irish soul who deeply loved his family and friends.  He’s gone home.  OOOOOOOOOOOORAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Fall Knocks Slowly
Fall knocks slowly at
Summer’s door: an old friend with
Shyness at returning and
Maybe told to leave.

Leaves turn yellow and
Slowly drop on green grass and
Turn brown to be swept away
By summer’s breezes.

Breezes once warm start
To be chill at evening
And daylight’s gold faster fades
To early ev’ning.

Ev’ning comes too soon
For those of us who love the
Sweet warm days and azure skies
But summer opens

The door to fall and
The visitor glides in and
Settles down to stay until
Winter bids it go.

In the cold winter
Night stars seem to burn brighter
Heaven’s nightlights to keep us
Safe while we sleep and dream of spring.

Spring returns and wakes
Us from long cold sleep singing
Awaken arise and bloom
Again with joy.

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Ashes to Ashes – Hope

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Now that we talk of dying –  And should I have the right to smile?
TS Eliot – Portrait of a Lady

A wizard from another universe once asked me, after a sequence of events: “And you still believe in coincidence?”

No, I stopped believing in coincidence right after he asked me that question. Yesterday, I attended a memorial service for the father of a long time friend. Low key, no eulogy by the minister who only offered forth a scripture and a prayer. Instead, loving words from family and friends. He and his wife were residents of a local nursing home and had been for several years. The memorial service was held in the dining room of the nursing home. I don’t think he had made any prior requests about the service as to where or when or what. During his last week of life, his daughter made those plans as his body is being shipped to Arlington Cemetery for burial. They were residents of Indiana until a few years ago when they moved here.

On another blog I follow, a woman spoke of pre-arranging funeral and burial plans and, was rather upset and vulnerable feeling about it. She spoke of her inward feelings and how all of it was affecting her. It is a journal journey and she assures me, she is blooming forth from the journey.

So, do I still believe in coincidence? No, I do not. I also know, that on this cold morning, I checked on the progress of my flowering quince bush. Although bush is an understatement. It is about seven feet high and probably twice that in circumference. This bush was rooted from a shoot I took from my mother’s home which was taken from a bush from our family when she moved, that bush was rooted from a shoot taken from my great grandmother’s farm, which was taken from…..you get my drift here. For over two hundred years, that flowering quince brought from England and carefully nurtured has produced other bushes – all of them strong and always full of beautiful deep rosy pink blooms. It is one of the earliest of our flowers trees/bushes to bloom.

On this cold morning, after the polar vortex, after snow and ice, the gnarly branches are covered in buds – many showing that pink color. Softly it whispered to me, “Alive. Hope.”

Death is hard for many of us. Some of think we will die young, or will live forever, or that it is important where we find our final earthly rest, or how much pomp and circumstance is put into our funeral/memorial service. Many of us shy away from death, fear it, deny it. A friend of my husband’s is obsessed with health, exercise, OCD about his eating habits (if it is Monday, it is a salad with no dressing for supper). He is terrified of dying and seems to think he can forestall the inevitable.

I am more afraid of not living.

My husband and I have pre-arranged for cremation. We aren’t really picky aboutwhere the ashes are scattered. We really don’t care if we end up in a sort of universal dump for cremains. We both believe this body is a shell for the true us, our eternal soul. Once the body ceases to function, it is just an empty container. These are our beliefs. I certainly am not going to tell you how or what to believe, that is your choice. I expect the same courtesy.

We and others like us, believe in the saving grace of Jesus Christ and because of Him, our souls will have eternal life in heaven. there it is, plain and simple. I’m not going to debate this. Whatever anyone else believe or doesn’t believe is truly their choice and I am not going to judge, berate, belittle. Nuff said.

Hope. Hope springs eternal (Alexander Pope). Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul and sings. (Emily Dickinson).   Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ! In his great mercy he has given us new birth into a living hope through the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead…1Peter 1:13

What we leave behind us is important – the love people have felt, help we have given, joy we have shared, laughter, guidance, prayers…. not the money or property.  That has its place of course, but what people who are left behind say about us tells the truth about our life.  My friend’s father had said about him that he took everyone he met into his heart.  Isn’t that lovely?

I went and checked on my flowering quince. Even now, it shelters birds and small animals who seek shelter from the weather and who eat of the food placed beneath it and in feeders around it.  Still and brown, it nurtures.  In a couple of months, it will burst forth into glorious bloom.   Hope!  Now that we speak of dying, shall I have the right to smile?  Oh yes.  Yes, yes, and yes.

HOPE – エレミヤ書 29:11

エレミヤ書  29:11

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Jeremiah 29:11  For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.”

Today, we need hope more than ever.  Thousands of years ago, God spoke to the people of Israel, exiles (captives) in Babylon.  They were taken away from their homes, their property, children – everything taken from them and their lives turned upside down and totally changed.  Their city and temple was destroyed.

A few years later, God would use Nehemiah to bring these exiles back to their home and rebuild their temple.  And years even later, God sent His Son, Jesus, to be born as a child (please read my post Why Christmas) and to live among us, die for us, rise from the dead to save us from eternal death and give us life everlasting.

God looked all the way down the millennia to then to now.  He still speaks to us.  He still has hope for us.  His Son still loves us. 

In spite of everything ugly, frightening, horrible, catastrophic, WE STILL HAVE HOPE!

John 3:16 – 17  God loves us so much, He sent His only Son to live with us, die for us, and rise from the dead to save us from eternal life.  He was sent not to condemn us, but to save us and give us hope. (my paraphrase)

It is Christmas.  Regardless of what you celebrate, how you worship, I share this with you.  Believe it or not, that is your choice.

But I want you all to know this and to know there is hope.  Be blessed.  God Bless You!  Merry Christmas!



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