Headstall's Reflections - 61. Chapter 61 Charity and Waking

I particularly liked the first one. The imagery created by the words was very vivid.

But, I loved both,  

Both poems touched me very much! I loved Charity a tad more.
 

Both of these touched me.  I feel that same helplessness as I watch the news of the natural disasters happening lately.

The second poem, although tinged I’m pain, reminds us that our hearts keep on beating as we wake to face a new day  

No message?  Perhaps not, but these gave me a sense of human nature's flexibility in times of trauma.  In the immediacy of disaster, we all band together, but then old habits reassert themselves, and only in the best hearts does Charity still burn as bright...the rest go back to petty bickering and divisive rhetoric.  'We did our part', they say to assuage their consciences, forgetting that the tragedy lives on for those directly touched by it...then if it should happen to them, they are the first to complain of the slowness of response.  They expect charity to be a continuous thing, and yet gave only token returns when asked by others.  Charity, like Christmas, should live all the year long, as one reformed Victorian learned....

And then, there are people who face each day knowing that it will bring trials both inner and outer, and face them and the new day just the same, cognizant of their faults and frailties, but not letting that stand as a roadblock to doing what they can to make this new day just a little better.  Strength of spirit, a resolve to carry on...it is those people who know what living is, because they pay the price for it each day from what might seem a finite account, but it gives the greatest interest rate on a future where anything can happen.

my dearest friend... 

As always,

As others have said, both poems are touching. Waking really speaks to me though. There's a resigned outlook one has when getting up first thing in the morning, and you captured that here beautifully. The play of external - a chittering raccoon; a passing truck - against the internal 'wakening' is very nicely done. 

"Charity" was a treasure to read. While not meant to be a message, it definitely showed me the importance of looking out for your fellow human being. I also liked your poem "Waking," especially its ending and how it speaks to the resilience of human beings.

Thank you for these :).

they have messages for the reader. i was drawn more to the second one. maybe because i can do anything that the poem talks about that it hits me harder/ dance, Gary as long as you can. even in the rain

On 9/23/2017 at 1:37 PM, Caz Pedroso said:

I particularly liked the first one. The imagery created by the words was very vivid.

 

But, I loved both,  

Thanks, Caz... I appreciate your kind comment  

On 9/23/2017 at 1:41 PM, Job said:

Both poems touched me very much! I loved Charity a tad more.
 

Thanks, Job... so glad they touched you  

On 9/23/2017 at 2:43 PM, LitLover said:

Both of these touched me.  I feel that same helplessness as I watch the news of the natural disasters happening lately.

 

The second poem, although tinged I’m pain, reminds us that our hearts keep on beating as we wake to face a new day  

Some mornings I need to give myself a talking to, as my Mom would phrase it  .  Get up and get going... that's what we all need to do... so that's what I do... thanks, Lit  

On 9/23/2017 at 3:23 PM, ColumbusGuy said:

No message?  Perhaps not, but these gave me a sense of human nature's flexibility in times of trauma.  In the immediacy of disaster, we all band together, but then old habits reassert themselves, and only in the best hearts does Charity still burn as bright...the rest go back to petty bickering and divisive rhetoric.  'We did our part', they say to assuage their consciences, forgetting that the tragedy lives on for those directly touched by it...then if it should happen to them, they are the first to complain of the slowness of response.  They expect charity to be a continuous thing, and yet gave only token returns when asked by others.  Charity, like Christmas, should live all the year long, as one reformed Victorian learned....

And then, there are people who face each day knowing that it will bring trials both inner and outer, and face them and the new day just the same, cognizant of their faults and frailties, but not letting that stand as a roadblock to doing what they can to make this new day just a little better.  Strength of spirit, a resolve to carry on...it is those people who know what living is, because they pay the price for it each day from what might seem a finite account, but it gives the greatest interest rate on a future where anything can happen.

my dearest friend... 

Right on the money, my friend. Charity, though, is personal. It's not only about financial assistance... sometimes all we can give is our sympathy... and if that's the case. it's fine. Many of us, though, can make a gesture... it is the right thing to do. 

There can be treasure waiting for us with each new day... but we have to be present and open to it... nature gifts us all the time if we choose to go forth and accept it. Life is to be lived, however small your circle, and whatever pain you have endured, or do endure. That starts with getting up and hoping for the best.   Thanks, CG... I cherish your comments, and I cherish you  

On 9/24/2017 at 9:00 AM, Bucket1 said:

As always,

Thanks, B   

On 9/24/2017 at 9:57 PM, AC Benus said:

As others have said, both poems are touching. Waking really speaks to me though. There's a resigned outlook one has when getting up first thing in the morning, and you captured that here beautifully. The play of external - a chittering raccoon; a passing truck - against the internal 'wakening' is very nicely done. 

Thanks, AC. I appreciate your comment. Waking, for me, is about living, even when it's difficult to see the point... as I've said before, poetry helps   Cheers... Gary....

On 9/24/2017 at 9:59 PM, BDANR said:

"Charity" was a treasure to read. While not meant to be a message, it definitely showed me the importance of looking out for your fellow human being. I also liked your poem "Waking," especially its ending and how it speaks to the resilience of human beings.

 

Thank you for these :).

Thank you, BDANR. I really appreciate your comment. I'm pleased these meant something to you. I believe we should remember, there is always someone worse off than ourselves. And even if some mornings are hard to face, being able to get up and live is a precious gift... not to be squandered... cheers... Gary....

On 9/25/2017 at 12:46 AM, mogwhy said:

they have messages for the reader. i was drawn more to the second one. maybe because i can do anything that the poem talks about that it hits me harder/ dance, Gary as long as you can. even in the rain

I'll keep on boogieing, my friend. Life is too precious not to dip and dive and shake me ass for as long as I'm able...