I have been unpublished for a couple of weeks as I have been
reflective on the current global condition and the American political
situation.
Actually, I think I’ve been trying to escape the ignorant
hoards of “my candidate right or wrong, my candidate.” Blind followers who
refuse to discern between fiction and truth, who ignore uncivilized insults,
rude innuendo, lies and blatant distortions.
I went to the woods of northern Ontario to a pristine place
of pastoral lakes, hiking trails, bike paths and gourmet cuisine. In my
wilderness meditations, I rekindled a truth I’d always believed. “The world
does not have to be rational. It has only to be experienced.”
I have a renewed trust in the Divine Plan. The experience of
this election cycle, for all of us, has loosed latent prejudices long lodged in
the crevices of the heart. Self-inspection of our fears is a must to reactivate
the trust and comfort we all seek. It is a cleansing and a realization that
fear is addictive. The Divine Plan will always surpass the little wills of
humankind.
The Red Chair
©2016 Rolland
G. Smith
I spent some
time not long ago
Within the
woods of primal time.
The wind was
there, soft, to and fro,
As was the
chill of northern clime.
But in the
chair of red, was peace.
I took some
time to think and pray.
What came to
me was a release
From straining
thoughts that come each day.
The chair of
red sustains a grace
For tuning
into something else,
That’s not at
home, but in this place,
And now it’s
mine. It’s what I felt.
This is a
chair that does divine
The solace
that the spirit seeks.
By water’s
edge as I recline
I see life’s
truth where I can peek.
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