Hiding
“I am the judge and jury. The harshest sceptic, condemner. The executioner with the swiftest blade…”
What creative does not know the tale? The squandering of talents crying to break
We are not all meant to be the same
Our differences the magical flavour to the flame
Enriching our ideas, minds and souls
Contrasting characters drawing us out to be bold
Bereft of this we would be amiss
A plainness mass in an unending abyss
of rigid and stagnant automatons
undistinguishable from the throng
Yet from this we so resolutely seek to depart
our distinctions rather wrenching us apart
Instead of finding in our hearts to hear
that which our neighbours hold so dear
We judge and condemn with no end
Besieged, our adverse views we must rigorously defend
Reasons, though different they may be
cloak only a core that desires to be free
If we look through our hearts and not with our eyes
each of us is a teacher, conflicts our lessons in disguise
Great wisdom though it may take
it is a far better path than that at stake
A world in which individuality is shamed and scorned
humanity’s tender kindness and acceptance deeply mourned
With compassion do open your ear
to what those on the opposite side ask you to hear
A call for protection, lest that which they love disappear
Not an other, not a fiend, but a person with a heart and a dream
Respect given is respect received, a parting of ways less aggrieved
As divergent as the stars above
extend a hand filled with love
“If we look through our hearts and not with our eyes…”
What profound insights would we have about those standing opposite us? The eyes can be deceived, but the heart, lit by love, cannot.
Individuality is a beautiful thing – yet, I feel like that is one of the first things we judge about one another. “We are not all meant to be the same,” nor can we be! Goodness, what a boring, uncreative place our planet would be!
Different cultures, ideas, ideals, inspirations, beliefs, you name it, truly make up that magical flavor! The great ideas come when those from the “opposite side” push your buttons and expand your mind. Without our polar opposites we would never grow and never be in balance.
We are all so very different, yet in our hearts so very much the same. I personally find that heartening and take from that this simple principle: No matter how far apart we may feel from one another, if we look to our hearts – that which binds us all, we can always find common ground.
We aren’t meant to agree, but we are meant to love. Always be looking for that heart on the inside. Even the hardest shell hides a gooey center.
“I am the judge and jury. The harshest sceptic, condemner. The executioner with the swiftest blade…”
What creative does not know the tale? The squandering of talents crying to break
“If the heart could speak…would it shed tears of mourning for the scarring of the soul? Dragging steal across bone, carving in “I’m not enough…”
“What flows into song cannot be unsung, the motion of the world long moved undone…” Within each note is a chain to something far beyond ourselves, calling us home.
Berlin Artist, Artist and Poet, American Artist, American Poet, Nature Artist, Poems of Love, Berlin Poet, Spoken Word Artist, Best Poetry, Musical Artist