Photo Alan Breaky
For it is in giving that we receive.
~ Saint Francis of Assisi
Time does not exist;
Our galactic universe,
of incomprehensible enormity
with distances measured in light years;
where our cosmic home, planet earth,
is a relative speck of dust;
leads me to ponder…
Might our brief human existence in comparison,
constitute merely a fraction of a nano second
in what we understand as time?
In what manner do we reap
a sense of purpose;
in our terrestrial snapshot of actuality?
How do we;
reconcile a turbulent life,
negotiate the dialectics
of an existentialist vacuum,
when the surge of suffering
overwhelms our capacity to sustain;
throttling our instinct to survive
…a life without regret.
When does the power of omniscient love,
and compassionate wisdom
rise to the occasion,
tipping the scales and
delivering us to
Where is that junction
enough is enough,
and lingering intellectualizations
vaporize into benevolent acquiescence?
With relativity reduced to a word,
the elusive quest for:
clarity of consequence,
whys and wherefores,
is like trying
to catch the fleeting wind.
Copyright © Henri Ferguson 2017
When the love of our life is in the merciless clutches of cancer (or other hideous diseases) we are taken along vicariously for a careening, tumultuous ride. We feel helpless, we are helpless, and yet we still try, albeit in vain, to direct the course of events; to catch the fleeting wind.