Friday, December 23, 2005

Triviality

I don’t normally post poetry on this blog. I save that for my web site, The Mind Of Michael.

However, every year, I view the “holiday” season with more sadness and outright disgust than the previous year.

So, by way of explanation, here is a poem which I post somewhere every year.

Sometime,
nigh two thousand years
previous to today,
there was born a man child.
Many of us value his message
of peace and love.
Many of us believe him to be a messiah,
the light which will lead us to eternal salvation.
Most of us see greatness in the perpetuity
of his name,
Jesus of Nazareth.

Thus, in time, it came to be that we honored
this great beacon.
His genesis is a time to be
remembered and praised.

Today, this person of peace is honored
with venom and voracity.
His gifts have been unrequited.
His message has been enveloped
in that which he held in abomination.

Humanity declares war upon itself,
struggling on the offensive
to defeat the enemy.
Green and plastic are the weapons.
Elbows are the swords.
Frustration is often the culmination.
There is no truce.

Nature’s beauty is toppled to become
a flaunted trophy,
unwittingly empowering powerless pride.
It dies so that humanity’s vanity
will live in self reverence.

If, at times, we live in darkness
because our sphere’s resources are limited,
why is it fit to squander that
precious provision in celebration
of one who did not know of such luxury?

Sometime nigh,
two thousand years
previous to today,
there was born a man child.
Many of us value his message
of peace and love.
Many of us believe him to be a messiah,
the light which will lead us to eternal salvation.
Most of us see greatness in the perpetuity
of his name,
Jesus of Nazareth.
Today, too many have effaced him.

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