“The longest day must have its close — the gloomiest night will wear on to a morning. An eternal, inexorable lapse of moments is ever hurrying the day of the evil to an eternal night, and the night of the just to an eternal day.” – Harriet Beecher Stowe, abolitionist and novelist (14 Jun 1811-1896)
Sins of the fathers? Matter of karma or fate? A lost sense of ethical balance? Children come into this world as blessings and deal with the corruptive influences that are out of their control. Don’t we owe them so much better? Don’t we owe ourselves to be better than this?
What of the Children? by Michael Romani What of a child born with disease How do we explain this please? Some might argue from karma and fate But, to me, this comes too late In my heart as in my simple mind It's true; no child should be left behind The sins of our forefathers have their price But that doesn't work so well as advice A beautiful child is born as they are Each and everyone of them a separate star Deserving of love and to be very blessed However found; never second guessed Each child today is born into toxic pollution None of these from any decisional contribution Love of each other should be our studied guide All systems of belief standing aside Heart over profit might be the best way out Tell me is there something better? I doubt Pharmacological patterns of disturbing corruption Have led to this body, soul and spirit disruption Pills for thrills and pills for ill come with bills All of these results of wastrel ethical spills Bringing new decided discussions to add to the old What rot have we and our children been sold? (c) June 13, 2019 Michael Romani All Rights Reserved
“To submit and resign their charter would be inconsistent with the main end of their fathers’ coming to New England…. [Although resistance would provoke] great sufferings, [it was] better to suffer than sin. Let them trust in the God of their fathers, which is better than to put confidences in princes. And if they suffer, because they dare not comply with the wills of men against the will of God, they suffer in a good cause.” – Increase Mather (President of Harvard)
“Out of the quarrel with others we make rhetoric; out of the quarrel with ourselves we make poetry.” – William Butler Yeats, writer, Nobel laureate (13 Jun 1865-1939)
There are times and places filled with spaces when you see there is a lot of darkness behind smiling faces…Sometimes in those places, you make mistakes you wish you could take back and cannot.
Woken Façade by Michael Romani As if woke from a dream I have to realize everyone here Is and was never what they seem This causes me some fear Everyone dances behind their façade As if we and they might mask Failing themselves and God And now, I must take myself to task The Devil is full of so many tricks Hidden deep behind all of his charm Time passages slowly tick and tick While he goes about causing his harm Dante's Inferno is a very good read For understanding the levels of deception My own have caused my soul to bleed There in that infinite conception I know that I did that wrong But, also know that I repent Knowing where it is that I belong Hell have no fury, but, please relent For the love of God show some mercy I don't think you'll find it heresy To find we are all prone to make mistakes Is it ours then to cause each other heartbreak? (c) June 12, 2019 Michael Romani All Rights Reserved
Continuing in my promise to my oldest daughter, this is a poetic retelling of The Twilight Zone, Season 2, Episode 7):
Nick of Time by Michael Romani Traveling somewhere without exact precision On the outskirts of the twilight dimension Where a young couple breaks down and is towed As the telling of their tale begins to unfold With nothing to do but grab lunch and talk Hand in hand, the begin to take a walk Mutually entwined in saving each other's life He feels very blessed that she is his wife Slow dancing to a jukebox filled with memory A happy couple joined together forms a family When suddenly at their table is a mystic seer Off just beyond table edge as he pulls her near Two young honeymooners filled with curiosity In route to New York City but stuck without pity He drops his coin in the slot to ask his question Perhaps, he should have do so with more hesitation The place is here and the time is close to now The when and the where that would change somehow For a penny to look into events yet to come Questions were answered as they would and then some Questions ride the penny allowing the subject to be asked Each of these bringing the man close to his task Decided in his favor and always apparently on his side He was filled with polished swagger and bit of pride Talismans full of luck are stuck on his key chain Persistence pushed too hard causes its own strains She is filled with a wife's love and devotion Extremely proud of her man in his new promotion Time to kill becomes more pennies to steadily burn All there is and more from the seer for him to learn The seer finally answer that something are unknown That man feels slightly jilted and a bit thrown The magic answers seem to say they should stay But the man cannot help but to want to make his play All of the answers are found to too easily fit He begins to worry more and more than just a bit He seeks knowledge in the cause of his superstition And in his own mind he keeps to form and repetition So easily finding all his evidence in things evident Believing his blessings all around are quite provident Back they go to the café for more and more of the seer The man is quite trouble by others sitting there Faith in that particular gizmo holds its sway As he stresses himself and allows only it to say Upset in a method of madness, truth sweeps in generality The loving couple fray beginning to lose conviviality She sees him as desperate for answers he's ready to find And becomes less than convince he's not losing his mind The challenge is raised for her to ask the questions And while she agrees, she does so with much reservation So much of perspective it seems depends on point of view Which can be overly scary especially when it is true Are you or fate the master that fixes your strands of life This is the overwhelming question perplexing his wife Each of us is, to her, the captain of our own soul It is not something that is dependent on a dice roll In her tears she wants them to create their own magic Anything falling sort of that is something too tragic He falls sad that he has made her start to cry Together they hope and together form their own reply There in the counterbalance to dread and simple fear Slaves to the machine are always destined to stay there While others still decide to make and pave their own way Taking charge of their own lives on that magic day (c) June 12, 2019 Michael Romani All Rights Reserved
“Our liberties do not come from charters; for these are only the declaration of pre-existing rights. They do not depend on parchments or seals; but come from the King of Kings and the Lord of all the earth.” – John Dickinson
“I keep my ideals, because in spite of everything I still believe that people are really good at heart.” – Anne Frank, Holocaust diarist (12 Jun 1929-1945)
Turns out that forgiving is the healthy thing to do, not just for others, but for yourself as well:
On the Importance of Forgiveness by Michael Romani Emotional blockages put us ill at ease And this manifests itself in physical disease It's important to free ourselves from the drama If we're going to get past all of the trauma Frightened we are as we make this confession Letting go of the things we hold as possessions Our hearts communicate with our brains While the incoherence of stress causes us strain There in the acidity of our inflammation We feed the fire often without explanation Building up inside until we burn our temples down Realizing this we can turn it all around Reaching out with love to our innermost child Who needs so much to feel God's mercy mild It's at this point of realization that we know That of our past burdens we can let go All forgiveness is partly self-forgiveness It's important to know and to learn to live this Getting rid of our anger and our jaded animosity Is key to find the path to our inner serenity Forgiveness then is the path to finally letting go And when and as we do, feeling the peace of God's flow Life is not meant to be a cycle of victimized blame Holding onto judgments is not how we win life's game Taking this in its entirety can be soul revealing Doing this in the name of others gives us healing Living each day in the moments we are meant to live Is that pause that we take less and learn to give (c) June 11, 2019 Michael Romani All Rights Reserved
Father’s Day is approaching. Due to lack of funds, I’ve not seen the girls but twice since June 10 of last year. We won’t even really get into the 73 times that the Court ordered telephonic visitation has been interfered with in this same year. This seems a gross disparity of justice. Yet, I love them more than life and always will.
Nuzzle and Nudge by Michael Romani Scissors, tape and imagination A box cut cockpit in transformation She found herself adrift in endless space Just seconds away from my embrace My gorgeous interstellar sailor would sail With moonbeams and fairy dust that prevails She subsists on chocolate given by her father As I check in from time to time on my daughter The things we do for that thing called love Isn't it one of the best lessons from above For every cradle that exists there is an altar On that I dutifully pray at and will not falter It's in these moments of utmost humanity When I've managed to set aside my vanity That I begin to realize all God gave at Calvary And remember my role is to serve with humility His death redeemed all his children without artifice Trending in this manner ready in his sacrifice We fathers, in turn, offer ourselves in being near As we give bits of comfort and love truly sincere Active engagement in nuzzle and playful nudge Building fortresses of tomorrow that will not budge This is what God has set out for each of us to do If you have, then every day is father's day for you (c) June 11, 2019 Michael Romani All Rights Reserved
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