Tomorrow, as I ponder it
holds no promises, and the road goes on
weary steps, on several paths
the beaten ones, the unknown ones
in blindness grappling onward
clawing to understand...
In Spirit I have no lack,
it was always there for my asking,
but I let go to see how far
I could crawl through the muck of life
solely on my own...
I haven’t gotten very far,
same old mucky, mud-filled puddle,
and that Hand is there, still there
maybe smiling, maybe chuckling
at my efforts, such futile efforts...
It cheers me to know
I’ve found such a purpose
in futility...
It saves me from pride
the uncertainties
the misperceptions
waking in the muck with me
all as lost as yesterday...
I clear an eye, look toward the sky,
comforted to see a friend;
then sink back in the muck of life,
grappling, struggling,
and getting nowhere.
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A contest entry
- Tomorrow (our golden years over 50 group) by misticmoonlite.
875 points, ended September 22, 13 entries
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I have my own mudd puddle
yours has possiblilites of hardning in the winter months...
but then again it may be to cold to rise above it
at least it is warm there
my thoughts
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how gappling and muck seems to go hand in hand,your imingery is right on! thank you for sharing your thoughts on tomorrow...thank you for joining in and making this contest, rewarding
Linda
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An enlightening "trudge"
This is an intriguing viewpoint, "It cheers me to know I've found a purpose in futility..." It is an unusual place to find purpose, but purpose being what it is (a great thing to have), it would be better found than lost. Your description of "the muck of life" is very stirring. It could be said that muck is never shaken, but stirred. Yet it captures the spirit of "trudging" through life very well (through a glass, darkly). Here was my favorite line "I clear an eye, look toward the sky, comforted to see a friend". Like those little rabbits that pop out from behind trees, the sight of a friend popping by adds a little spring to step, as one trudges on. Then I realized not too many human friends are hanging around in the sky, then the great OHHH resounded and I realized this poem carries higher thoughts...then the "Spirit" and "that Hand" all begin to make sense. No wonder you find purpose in futility....what an enlightening "trudge through the muck".
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thanks again, yes, I am not averse to entering the world of the spiritual... I've had my 'Touch' in life (and a curious story, too... might as well tell it here, won't take long typing 50+ words a minute...
) Well, I was living alone at the time, a young adult, late teens or early twenties, can't remember... and it was a sleep-in day... so I must have been in that 'waking delirium' mode... well... I heard this 'rustling' in the front room, I had disconnected the ringer on my phone there to get some peace and quite (lol) when... the rustling was someone (or something) deviously reconnecting the ringer wires! BUT.... as soon as 'it' realized I was aware of 'it', 'it' rushed into my bedroom at supernatural speed and was circling my bed... trying to get in... TO ME! So I quickly surmised that it must be a friggin' little super-strong demon from hell or something! lol and I wasn't laughing THEN... noooooooo... so... there I was... if I opened my eyes, then 'whoosh', in the little bastard would jump and it would be all over for me... (and yes, I had recently watched the Exorcist... lol) Well... anyway... what could I do? You guessed it- I used my intelligence- I quickly deduced that, if this thing were REAL and I wasn't in a waking delirium, then GOD must be real, too, considering it is a package deal, and if GOD were real, then I had nothing to fear, since I was on HIS side in the general scheme of things... so I was about to open my eyes an face down this 'thing', this little demon out to get me...
Well... at that precise moment (and before I opened my eyes) the little demon went 'poof' and disappeared, and His hand came down from His sunny, bright-cloudy Heaven and touched me on the shoulder, as if to say, "Good job!"
So, there you go, my spiritual story of being touched by the hand of God...!
But... (I might as well give you an alternate story, which, by the way, relates directly to this piece...) I joined the military a few years after that, being young and directionless (and my artistic endeavors weren't going to pay off for decades, if ever, I deduced, and anyway, I really wasn't to happy with the mentality of the artistic world (and I'm still not) ); and there I ran across a born-again Christian. His faith helped him quite drinking and smoking, and saved him from depression. Well... he asked me if I believed in God... and I told him sure, but that He and I had a thing going, that I wanted to see if I could get through life without his help. (and that is me crawling through the muck of life here, grappling with darkness surrounded by light, and needless to say, getting nowhere...) Well, I think it shocked him, because a week later he was back to drinking and smoking, all depressed, and no longer hanging out with the born-again's... lol (I know, I shouldn't laugh for screwing him up again... but I'm sure I gave him a pitiable, apologetic look, because he seemed to settle out after that...)
Well, there you go, two stories for the price of one... (and I hope they were passably entertaining...! )
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Wow, JP, you just presented the yin and yang of spiritual experience! One incredibly uplifting, and the other, well, "pitiably apologetic". Well, you did say it was a "package" deal. This was indeed, two stories for the price of one, and, yes, there were entertaining. Sublimely so.
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now I know how my little brother feels, his childhood name was "JP"... (and he hates it now! )
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Sorry, JP came from being too exhausted to type JPWT. Maybe I should return to calling you "W"---that should be easy enough. Heaven forbid I should ever call you by your real name! (just kidding)
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