Angels Wink

The Ditalini Press assignment for December was to describe your idea of Utopia


Susan left me speechless today and that's a hard thing to do. Her impish misconduct inspired the first line of my Utopian Ode.

Utopia may be only in my mind, however, it is a place where:

Angels have a sense of humor and even good Karma can be delivered with a wink.

The meek are not forced to inherit the earth with all its chaos and responsibility, but rather to tend the gardens of plenty, fulfilling their peaceful natures.

Mistakes are not sins, but rather lessons in life, and consequences, while painful, result in growth and maturity instead of punishment.

God is not limited by wood and mortar, creeds and commandments, but can be seen in every crimson sunrise and sunset.

Miracles are not found in moldy pieces of bread, but rather in an arid dessert where rainbow colored flowers spring from the baron cacti.

Love is not earned. It is freely given by all, and anger is abandoned as it's power dissolves in the ripples of a child's laughter.

Tearful Mantra

When I was three years old I cried.

And my father called me a sissy.

When I was six

The neighborhood bully called me a cry baby.

When I was fourteen

My mother said, "Big girls don't cry."

When I was twenty three

My husband called me a drama queen.

I don't cry anymore.

These are the words that stole my tears

That locked them deep within me.

Now I am my own jailer

As I repeat the mantra I have learned.

Collateral Damage

Cancer is not a simple sniper

Which waits in ambush

To take the life of a single victim.

Rather, it is a nuclear holocaust

Reaching far beyond it's intended target.

Destroying families

Relationships

And sometimes even love itself.

Collateral damage.

What cruel force lies behind the creation

Of this merciless weapon?

How are we to defend ourselves against it?