This morning as I reflect on the poem my husband has just written, I am taken back to the events of the previous day. It had been a quite challenging day, so I decided to treat myself by getting comfy and beginning the book The Attractor Factor by Joe Vitale. I was totally engrossed in it when I received a text message from my friend telling me her daughter would be on the 9:00 pm local news.
A non-TV viewer, away I went to fumble with the remote to be certain I could find the particular station in time. I turned the volume way down low and continued my reading, now up to Chapter 5, the one with all the wonderful success stories from people all over the world. How uplifting and invigorating, how exciting. Just what the doctor ordered.
Whoops, here comes the news, and up goes the volume so I don’t miss the story. There’s one story after the next…a child murder, a tornado, a bank robbery, the closure of a newspaper due to the economy, on and on they went. I would watch each one just long enough to see it wasn’t the one for which I was searching and would then duck back into my book. Almost lost in my reading, I would catch myself just in time to look up, only to find still yet another heartbreaking story. All of a sudden here comes a beep on my phone indicating a text message. My friend said, “Can’t remember the last time I watched the news – this is painful!” Exactly what I was thinking.
Finally, here comes the beautiful story, the teenagers’ faces all aglow with the project they were working on. As soon as the story is over, it is back once again to doom and gloom. The one story was the only positive story on the entire newscast. Ah yes, the pendulum of the paradoxes…
The pendulum of paradoxes swings morning to night,
Birth to death, one of the great challenges in life.
We enter life with purity,
But the teachings begin immediately and so does loss of clarity.
And what is proper is often not right.
And it is through the dark we often see light.
And often we learn more is less,
And less is more.
Bravery often is not who wins the fight
But who has the strength to have compassion and simply do what is right.
Often the greatest gift is not to give, but to teach
One to believe in their own self and to reach
For a different way beyond charity, and with this clarity
A self preservation begins.
The pendulum of paradoxes swings morning to night,
And so-called leaders waive their flags in open daylight.
And labeled heroes stick out their chests
While enlightened men observe from afar,
Placing deeds like footsteps in front of our door,
Guiding us if we care to see
Beyond the glitter and the staged hypocrisy.
The pendulum of paradoxes swings morning to night,
Destroying nature to create cities of artificial light.
And voices who cry the loudest often have the least to say
While others listen quietly, as we ourselves unravel the day
And seek the truths not discovered by man,
But that exist for everyone in God’s master plan.
