I heard about that bitter little pill
tattooed on our musical skin.
That one pill, recognition.
Recognition of…what? Of one’s humanity?
Of one’s fragility? Of one’s impermanence…yeah?
It’s a pill laced with dread and despair.
What does a person swallow that with?
A shot of full consciousness?
A cocktail of imperfection shaken
(not stirred)
with disappointment
and homemade bitters?
I giggle in glee when those comics
called philosophers stand up
and passionately extol absurdity.
How could they even stand,
what would they stand on
if absurdity was really a thing?
Tragedy is more like it, and even that
only has meaning as a cloud outlined against
the suns of Triumph!
The songs, the drinks and the stings of each,
fears of failure, sieges of shame and selfishness
alternating with doubt and emptiness,
well please explain to me
what’s so absurd about that?
What does that word even mean?
Absurdity?
No, give me a good solid word like Recognition.
Because that word contains confession and hope,
errors committed and errors atoned for.
And it makes a safe place for dread,
so it will curl up comfortable by your fire
and snooze in the glow of Recognition.
By the light of Recognition we just make out
that sacred paradox, that deep numinosity
glowing at the crux of our being.
We see that all that’s wrong descends from all that’s right
and the broken bread and the poured red wine
and remembrance and
Recognition.
Charissa's Grace Notes 
I ever mention you have a beautiful soul? I must come here more often…
I have spent too long engaging with anti-trans types, and I’m afraid their bitterness seems to bring out the worst in me… rather ironically given that the Palm Sunday sermon I went to today was about loving one’s enemies. 😦 I am not doing so well at that today…
But pray for those that persecute you, if you can do no better, and I certainly can’t seem to (Not by engaging with them, anyway). Thank you for raising my spirits again. Your creativity and sensitivity is a wonderful antidote to all that cynicism. xxx
Oh Yaaay! My life motto is yielded vessel yielding blessing, and so happy to be blessings for you.
Take off your slippers and make yourself at home. Grace Notes is a comfy lil nook with a great spice cupboard and fire place. ☺
After a very difficult day, with some choice insults and deliberate misgendering chucked my way (though my own silly fault for being where it was likely to happen) I feel blessed indeed to be here. 🙂 Thank you for the welcome., x
Oh Eleanor…how I wish it were in my power to ease your pain.
I know that code, that understatement because words fail…”very difficult day”…*rueful choked sad laff*
They just will never know. How could they? Would that we didn’t too, because difficulty.
And yet…the insight that I have gleaned, and even more important, I think this horror has hurt me so deeply that I am determined to be tender and kind. I think that it is what Lewis called “a severe mercy”. God only knows what kind of a bitch I likely would have been, given that I am pretty much a high-strung diva already! LOL!!
Oh and avoid those other “wheres”…I have made a special lil nook here for you, dragged a comfy overstuffed chair in amongst some small book cases with a few of my faves and room for your own. It is decorated with a few candles and an electric light source (you imagine which one you like best) and there is a small wooden box with a roll-up front, and I keep the makings for tea in there along with home-made pastries and muffins and that sort of toothsome morsel. Please come and go as you please. I will not always be there, but Mama will…Hers is the old tattered looking chair to the left…
❤
Sounds like my sort of place… 🙂 The internet is a stern test for any Christian, as people who would normally keep their hate under wraps get so bold when can sling it about with no conseqences, and not paying them back in kind is so hard to resist.
I think I shall be spending much time in your little nook. 😉 xxx It will help me to remember to keep my own blog as a place of peace, and tolerance even to those who would do us harm. Some of them truly believe it is for our own good, some probably couldn’t care less… Not for me to judge, though.
“No, give me a good solid word like Recognition.
Because that word contains confession and hope,
errors committed and errors atoned for.”
*places hands over heart
RIGHT!!