Authen-sis-ity

To my wonderful sister L… Early Happy Birthday 🙂

 

Precious is

that which can be tested

which may be rejected

but instead

is well-reflected

 

you showed me

real-ness

rawness

true-ness

we accepted

and passed right through it

as through a fiery pillar of words

and we didn’t look back

Forgive, Forgive, Forgive

Tired

my eyes follow my spirit

I lay in bed

thinking

feeling

wishing

little pains of wondering

forgive, forgive, forgive

 

I keep forgiving others

forgive myself

not to forsake me

In digging much deeper

I say it

I want to feel that it is true

 

Not until I confront in repose

forgiving the Almighty

amidst fears of the smiting

for my insinuation

that perfect love could err

do wrong

 

forgive, forgive, forgive

I send forgiveness

I send out lack of resentment

for the traits I did not want

 

In forgiving the Forgiving One

instead of anger

I receive  love

and understanding

 

The Forgiver gladly accepts

whatever it is

that frees me

and forgives me

in return

Loving One

 

 

He Did It

My  son, who is a freshman in college,  told me yesterday that the college’s undergraduate magazine is publishing one of his college papers, and they will award him and others this Friday at a ceremony.  I am so proud, and am very happy for him.

He was home-schooled from kindergarten through his senior year.  I put this in the passive voice to make a point – I feel that home-schooling is something that happened, more than something I did as a parent/teacher.This son was always imaginative, almost magical as a child.  He had a beautiful sense of vision and seeing outside the norm, even at 1 1/2 years old. While I home-schooled his older brother, then his younger one, there were times that I allowed him to use his sense of adventure to benefit his ultimate good.  This is a nice way of saying that he did not fit into the rigidity of some of the programs I tried to utilize  to help him learn, but that he used the internet to subterfuge my rather listless but perfunctory version of following the state plan for education.

With his inborn curiosity, and the help of a local speech and debate group, my son became a giant in expressing his opinions – which wasn’t always easy for me.   He’s God’s man now, though,  and he really always was.  Whether I personally agree with his point of view all the time is not the important thing to me.  I’ve seen his heart, underneath the struggles, and I admire his will, his intellect, and his ultimate care for all of humanity.