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Wednesday, July 17, 2024

Truth's Greatest Mysteries

 

Chapter 9


Truth's Greatest Mysteries 




It is human nature to wonder what might lie "beyond this place of wrath and tears." (1) Indeed, one of the greatest scientific mysteries involves what happens to us after we die, if anything.

The purpose of this Life Leadership textbook is not to claim or conjecture about specifics; nor is it to promote any particular theological doctrine on the subject. However, because YOUR beliefs (or lack thereof) and attitudes about such scientific unknowns have a significant impact upon your thoughts, speech, and actions in this world, it would be intellectually negligent to ignore the subject in a work so totally focused on the freedom and existential status of the human body, mind, and spirit. 

Hamlet being confronted by his father's ghost.

After all, who has ever lived who didn't wonder right along with Hamlet regarding what "dreams may come in that sleep of death after we have shuffled off this mortal coil?" (2)

Before proceeding with this chapter, I must state my personal bias on the subject, as follows: I am an ardent and enthusiastic believer.

Nay, that is too weak

A more accurate statement would be that I would bet my life on the eternal nature of my own soul and the existence of a concrete, animated, omnipotent, and highly personal Higher Power whom I believe spiritually begot me as His and Her spirit child. I believe these Heavenly Parents created my spirit long before my earthly parents conceived me in the flesh. I believe further that these same Heavenly Parents sent my spirit to this world to inhabit a mortal body for a temporary period of time in order to learn, grow, and be challenged, stretched, and tested in ways that could not be accomplished in any other way. 

According to my beliefs, this life is a test to see how I will respond to the many obstacles and vicissitudes placed in my way here in this world. If I pass the test, I can, through the grace of a Savior and Redeemer (Jesus Christ) become more like Him and my Heavenly Parents and obtain Eternal Life, rest, and increase. Most importantly, I can obtain and enjoy these things forever with my wife, children, family, and friends who qualify.    

My beliefs on the subject do not, of course, scientifically prove anything. Science cannot conclusively tell us much of anything about the empirically elusive subjects of theology and religion. Thus, human beings must ultimately choose for themselves what they will (or will not) believe—both of which viewpoints are, by the way, beliefs because most human beings that have ever lived (including me) simply don't know for sure in any scientific or physically sentient sense. 

In other words, an atheist is just as much a believer as a believer in the sense that both viewpoints require faith to uphold. Just as I believe that God is, atheists believes that God isn't. Both viewpoints are ultimately beliefs (not empirical facts) because we cannot scientifically prove or disprove either belief.

An atheist may point to a lack of evidence to suggest that God does not exist; but any savvy lawyer worth their salt will tell you that a lack of evidence does not prove the non-existence of anything. All a lack of evidence demonstrates is that something is missing; but absence of evidence and nonexistence can be two very different things. (3)  

Simply put: whether YOU choose to believe in God or not to believe in God, you are still a believer!

"But," some may counter, "I could care less either way," so I am a legitimate non-believer. 

        Not so!  

Even apathetic agnostics—or apathists, as I like to call them—are still believers; they just believe that none of it matters. Yet that position also remains a belief because you still don't know the facts for certain!

The mantra of theological apathism states: I don't know and I don't care. However, deep down, I doubt whether there has ever been a human beings who authentically doesn't care about such things. They may be apathetic for a period of time (particularly in adolescence and young adulthood), but extreme adversities, traumatic exigencies, and the passage of time tends to erode such emotional and intellectual apathy and fence-sitting over time. 

Self-action leaders around the world harbor a variety of different theological viewpoints However, while they may be religious or non-religious and spiritual or secular, they do avoid the apathetic stance. 

Self-action leaders always care

As a result, they think about, study, ponder, consider, question, and observe the world around them. Many of them also meditate and/or pray. 

The SAL Theory does not require you to be a "believer" in the traditional sense of the term. My own theology holds that everyone is free to believe (or not believe) "according to the dictates of [their] own conscience," (4) and I hold fast and firm to that doctrine. Indeed, I do not begrudge anyone who sincerely holds beliefs different from my own.

What we at Freedom Focused do ask of all self-action leaders is to sincerely think about and ponder on the subject. Don't just settle for whatever belief system that you came by culturally, environmentally, familially, or socially—unless you have diligently searched the matter out on your own and are following the authentic and genuine commands of your conscience. 

I, myself, chose to fully embrace the faith of my fathers, but only after an extensive and exhaustive investigation into the truth of its tenets and the fruit of its works.

If you are sincere and diligent in your search for TRUTH, I'll honor whatever belief system—or lack thereof—you choose to embrace (as long as it doesn't harm anyone or break the laws of the land). 

Just don't be theologically lazy. 

At Freedom Focused, we genuinely respect a wide spectrum of beliefs that are sincerely held and have been diligently sought out; but we do not respect theological apathy or intellectual indolence.  


What of an Afterlife?

Regardless what any of us chooses to believe, there is a TRUTH about an afterlife, and someday we'll all know it—or else none of us will know it in the case that we cease to exist. 

Because your attitude toward death will have a tremendous impact on your life, the importance of the subject is self-evident. Efficacious self-action leaders don't just think about today, tomorrow, and the next week; they are concerned with the entirety of their existence—up to and including a potential post-mortal existence, sentience, and ongoing Existential Growth. 

What you choose to believe about this subject is entirely up to you (of course), but don't be lazy in searching out and determining your own beliefs. Just because something is mysterious or sentiently unknown does not mean it doesn't exist or matter; nor does it mean that there aren't any answers to your questions.

Self-action leaders take their beliefs—whatever they may, or may not be—seriously, and arrive at them carefully, conscientiously, reflectively, studiously, sincerely, and humbly.    


Making Peace with Death

Like accidents, aging, disease, entropy, illness, and other inescapable realities of life, DEATH will eventually become a reality for all of us. If you're afraid of death, or just don't like to think about or discuss it, that's a pretty normal response to life's most certain of inevitabilities.

It is not, however, the healthiest response. 

While is it counterproductive and unhealthy to unduly dwell on the subject of death, it is important that self-action leaders courageously accept and transparently confront its impending reality. Doing so empowers you to maximize your longevity and otherwise make the most of your life here and now

Self-action leaders are good at practicing Dr. Stephen R. Covey's 7 Habits of Highly Effective People, including Habit #2, which is to: "Begin with the end in mind." (5) An exercise Covey encouraged his readers and students to engage in involved mentally attending their own funeral and then asking the following questions: 

"What would you like [the funeral] speakers to say about you and your life? What kind of husband, wife, father, or mother would you like their words to reflect? What kind of son or daughter or cousin? What kind of friend? What kind of working associate? What character would you like them to have seen in you? What contributions, what achievements would you want them to remember? Look carefully at the people around you. What difference would you like to have made in their lives?" (6)

Productively reflecting on the inevitability of death carries a variety of positive benefits. 

FIRST, it deepens your existential perspective about life, which often leads to an enriching search and quest for spiritual enlightenment, knowledge, and faith. 

SECOND, it helps you to appreciate your life more and not take your mortal opportunities for granted. Third, it humbles you, and humility is a vital prerequisite for Existential Growth, freedom, and inner peace. 

In his famous poem, Mortality, William Knox "drive[s] life into a corner, and reduce[s] it to its lowest terms." (7) This beautifully haunting 13-stanza work was a favorite of the sometimes melancholic Abraham Lincoln, who memorized and sometimes recited it for others. 

Knox's words are sobering, even foreboding at times. Nevertheless, they are accurate in terms of our ultimate physical demise in this world—a reality for which there is no long-term value in denying, hiding, or running away.

I include the poem in its entirety here for your contemplation and edification.  


MORTALITY

OH, why should the spirit of mortal be proud?
Like a swift fleeting meteor, a fast-flying cloud,
A flash of the lightning, a break of the wave,
Man passeth from life to his rest in the grave.

The leaves of the oak and the willow shall fade,
Be scattered around and together by laid;
And the young and the old, and the low and the high,
Shall molder to dust and together shall lie.

THE infant a mother attended and loved;
The mother that infant's affection who proved;
The husband that mother and infant who blessed,
Each, all, are away to their dwellings of rest.

THE maid on whose cheek, on whose brow, in whose eye,
Shone beauty and pleasure,—her triumphs are by;
And the memory of those who loved her and praised,
Are alike from the minds of the living erased.

THE hand of the king that the sceptre hath borne;
The brow of the priest that the mitre hath worn;
The eye of the sage and the heart of the brave,
Are hidden and lost in the depth of the grave.

THE peasant whose lot was to sow and to reap;
The herdsman, who climbed with his goats up the steep;
The beggar, who wandered in search of his bread,
Have faded away like the grass that we tread.

THE saint who enjoyed the communion of heaven,
The sinner who dared to remain unforgiven,
The wise and the foolish, the guilty and just,
Have quietly mingled their bones in the dust.

So the multitude goes, like the flower or the weed
That withers away to let others succeed;
So the multitude comes, even those we behold,
To repeat every tale that has often been told.

FOR we are the same our fathers have been;
We see the same sights our fathers have seen,—
We drink the same stream and view the same sun,
And run the same course our fathers have run.

The thoughts we are thinking our fathers would think;
From the death we are shrinking our fathers would shrink;
To the life we are clinging they also would cling;
But it speeds for us all, like a bird on the wing.

THEY loved, but the story we cannot unfold;
They scorned, but the heart of the haughty is cold;
They grieved, but no wail from their slumbers will come;
They joyed, but the tongue of their gladness is dumb.

They died, ay! they died: and we things that are now,
Who walk on the turf that lies over their brow,
Who make in their dwelling a transient abode,
Meet the things that they met on their pilgrimage road.

YEA! hope and despondency, pleasure and pain,
We mingle together in sunshine and rain;
And the smiles and the tears, the song and the dirge,
Still follow each other, like surge upon surge.

'Tis the wink of an eye, 'tis the draught of a breath,
From the blossom of health to the paleness of death,
From the gilded saloon to the bier and the shroud,—
Oh, why should the spirit of mortal be proud?" (8)


Existentially speaking, how can anyone truly "begin with the end in mind" (9) without reconciling the reality of one's own finite mortal existence? 

Moreover, is it not self-evident that your beliefs about "what dreams may come when [you] have shuffled off this mortal coil" (10) will have a tremendous influence on how you choose to direct your life here and now? 

Coming to terms with and properly reconciling the reality of your own impending death and ultimate departure from this world has at least two meaningful benefits. 

FIRST, you eradicate any false sense that you will live in this world forever. This recognition of your own ultimate mortal demise sharpens your focus on your life's greatest priorities—what truly matters most to YOU. This sharpened focus provides you with greater direction and motivation here and now

SECOND, openly acknowledging and then tranquilly accepting this reality may lead you to cultivate and nurture your spirituality, which can aid you in confronting important metaphysical questions that science alone can hardly begin to address.  

I am still in my forties and in good physical and mental health. As such, and barring any unexpected accident or other calamity, I assumably have several decades left in this world. Nevertheless, I am grateful for my knowledge and acceptance of death—as well as the peace I have made with its impending reality for me personally

As a result, I do not fear it. In fact, in many ways, I welcome it—not in a depressed or suicidal sense; I hope to live to a grand old age in this world—but in the sincere faith and enthusiastic hope that no matter how good things have been, or will yet be in this world, my best days lie ahead of me after my mortal body belongs to the ages.  

That is my irrevocable belief.

        And come what may, I am sticking to it!

I cannot prove there is an afterlife; nor can I provide intricate details of what it would be like even if it does exist. What I can tell you is that my present existence is hugely impacted by my beliefs about the eternal nature of my soul and what awaits me after passing through the veil of death, and that impact has been enormously positive and productive to my life here and now.

That's why it matters to me

Thus, I commend a similar pathway to you according to the honest and sincere "dictates of [your] own conscience." (11) Again, I am not asking you to be become a believer; nor am I requesting that you believe as I do. I am simply sharing my own perspective and suggesting that everyone can benefit from a serious and sincere search for answers to the following questions:

  • Where did I come from? 
    • Did I exist in any form before my physical conception in this world?
  • Why am I here on planet Earth right now?
    • Is God/Life/the Universe asking me to accomplish anything specific during my mortal existence? Or am I just a chance and capricious creature—a result of nothing more than a roll of the cosmic dice and the natural, evolutionary processes of nature?   
  • Does my spirit/soul/metaphysical essence go somewhere after I die, or do I simply cease to exist altogether?
  • Will I continue to exist after death in my present form?
    • If so, will I someday be accountable to a Higher Power for my thoughts, speech, and actions in this life
  • Is there a deeper meaning to life?
    • If so, then what is it?
  • Does a Higher Power exist, and if so, what is the existential essence of He/She/It?
    • If a Higher Power does exist, does He/She/It pay attention to and care about me?

While self-action leaders strive for a helpful and healthy viewpoint of death, they do not obsess about the subject; nor do they focus on it any more than they contemplate other elements of both the future or the past.

Instead, self-action leaders spend the vast majority of their time focusing on their present actions and lives and how we can make the most of each blessed and precious moment we have to live here in this world. 

Utilizing his famously uplifting and inspiring verse, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow once penned a piece of poetry designed to help us stay focused on the all-important PRESENT and truly make the most of the finite number of breaths we are allotted in this world.  

A PSALM of LIFE
WHAT THE HEART OF THE YOUNG MAN SAID TO THE PSALMIST.

Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
   Life is but an empty dream!
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
   And things are not what they seem.

Life is real!  Life is earnest!
   And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
   Was not spoken of the soul.

Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
   Is our destined end or way;
But to act, that each to-morrow
   Find us farther than to-day.

Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
   And our heart, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
   Funeral marches to the grave.

In the world's broad field of battle,
   In the bivouac of Life,
Be not like dumb, driven cattle!
   Be a hero in the strife!

Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant!
   Let the dead Past bury its dead!
Act,—act in the living Present!
   Heart within, and God o'erhead!

Lives of great [ones] all remind us
   We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
   Footprints on the sands of time;—

Footprints, that perhaps another,
   Sailing o'er life's solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
   Seeing, shall take heart again.

Let us, then, be up and doing,
   With a heart for any fate;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
   Learn to labour and to wait. (12)


Nurturing Your Spirituality

Whatever one's creed or belief system, self-action leaders cultivate the spiritual side of their natures. 

Why? 

Because they recognize that human beings are spiritual beings just as surely as they are mental, physical, social, and emotional beings. To reiterate the words of Chardin, shared in a previous chapter: We are not physical beings having a spiritual experience; we are spiritual beings having a physical experience


"We are not physical beings having a spiritual experience;
we are spiritual beings having a physical experience."

Pierre Teilhard de Chardin



Self-action leaders understand further that if they neglect any area or element of their nature, they will suffer the consequences of that negligence, which will deleteriously affect all other areas and elements.

Such is the straightforward logic and mathematics of Systems Theory and thinking.

There are many different ways to pursue a spiritual life. At Freedom Focused, we earnestly encourage YOU to seek out and find a path that is right for you. In choosing your pathway, make sure that it promotes goodness, rightness, and service to others as it concurrently leads to freedom, growth, and inner peace for yourself.

If you choose to be a believer, please be respectful, tolerant of, and open-minded toward non-believers. In the practice of your faith, I urge you to follow the sage advice of Jim Rohn, who encouraged all believers to "study, practice, and teach." (13)

As a believer myself, I would add SERVICE and PRAYER to this trio of worthy activities.

Lastly, if you choose to proselyte for your faith, please do so in a kind, compassionate, patient, tolerant, and understanding way that does not disrespect, demean, or diminish anyone who chooses to believe differently than you. Instead of contending with, belittling, or trying to marginalize non-believers, listen to, be tolerant of, and try to learn from them

After all, EVERYONE has something to teach; you simply have to look for their lessons in humility. In the sage words of Emerson: Every man I meet is my superior in some way, and in that I learn from him.


"Everyone I meet is my superior in some way, and in that I learn from them."

Ralph Waldo Emerson


If you choose to not believe, please be respectful, tolerant, and open-minded toward believers. In the practice of your agnosticism or atheism, I encourage you to also study, practice, and teach those secular subjects that will contribute meaningfully to the long-term welfare of yourself and others. I also invite you to ponder and meditate in the place of prayer and serve others—just like a believer. 

If you choose to proselyte for your agnostic or atheistic views, please do so in a kind, compassionate, and tolerant way that does not disrespect, demean, or diminish those who do believe. Instead of contenting with, belittling, or trying to marginalize believers, listen to, be tolerant of, and try to learn from them




In Your Journal

  • What are YOUR beliefs about a Higher Power or an afterlife? Why do you believe (or not believe) this?
  • Do you think that your current theological beliefs (or lack thereof) help or hinder your life's journey? Why?
  • If you desire more information about life's greatest mysteries, such as the existence (or not) of a Higher Power, and whether we continue to exist after our physical death, where might you go to find answers?  


Dr. JJ

Wednesday, July 17, 2024
Homestead, Florida, USA


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Chapter 9 Notes

1.  Line from the poem Invictus. Henley, W.E. (1919) Poems. New York, NY: Charles Scribner’s Sons. Page 119. (Google Books version).

2.  Shakespeare, W. The Tragedy of Hamlet, Prince of Denmark. Act III. Scene I. Lines 74-75. Syntax slightly altered for contextual purposes.

3.  I thank Nick Sorenson, J.D., an attorney acquaintance of mine from Spring, Texas, for bringing this enlightening point of lawyerly evidence to my attention.  

4. Smith, J. Jr. (1842). The Articles of Faith of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. In the "Wentworth Letter" to John Wentworth, editor and proprietor of the Chicago Democrat. 1 March 1842. 

5.  Covey, S.R. (1989). The 7 Habits of Highly Effective People: Powerful Lessons in Personal Change. New York, NY: Fireside. See pages 95-144.

6.  Ibid. Page 97.

7.  Thoreau, H.D. (2001). Walden and Other Writings. New York, NY: MetroBooks. Page 75.

8.  Knox, W. (1877). Oh Why Should the Spirit of Mortal be Proud? Boston, MA: Lee and Shepard. No page numbers. Google Books version.

9.  Covey, S.R. (1989). The 7 Habits of Highly Effective People: Powerful Lessons in Personal Change. New York, NY: Fireside. See pages 95-144.

10.  Shakespeare, W. Hamlet. Act 3, Scene 1, Lines 74-75.

11.  Smith, J. Jr. (1842). The Articles of Faith of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. In the "Wentworth Letter" to John Wentworth, editor and proprietor of the Chicago Democrat. 1 March 1842. 11th Article of Faith.  

12.  Longfellow, H. W. (1912). From A Psalm of Life in The Poetical Works of Longfellow. Oxford, UK: Oxford University Press. Page 3.

13.  Rohn, J. (2000). Building Your Network Marketing Business. (Compact Disc). VideoPlus.

Wednesday, June 14, 2023

Psalms of Life and Leadership


Chapter 5


Psalms of Life & Leadership



A Psalm of Life

WHAT THE HEART OF THE YOUNG
MAN SAID TO THE PSALMIST

TELL me not, in mournful numbers,
    Life is but an empty dream!
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
    And things are not what they seem.

Life is real! Life is earnest!
    And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
    Was not spoken of the soul. 

Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
    Is our destined end or way;
But to act, that each to-morrow
    Find us farther than to-day.

Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
    And our hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
    Funeral marches to the grave.

In the world's broad field of battle,
    In the bivouac of Life,
Be not like dumb, driven cattle!
    Be a hero in the strife!

Lives of great men all remind us
    We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
    Footprints on the sands of time;—

Footprints, that perhaps another,
    Sailing o'er life's solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
    Seeing, shall take heart again.

Let us, then, be up and doing,
    With a heart for any fate;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
    Learn to labour and to wait (1).   


Life is indeed real and earnest, and, as I have discovered over time, can even be wonderful beyond our most creative anticipations when lived well over time. Nevertheless, there exists in this world "an opposition in all things" (2). Thus, in the famous words of M. Scott Peck, M.D.: Life is Difficult (3).

No person's journey is the same. We are each allotted a unique number and combination of mortal trials to work through. Some suffer physical maladies and pain. Others confront psychological, emotional, or spiritual demons. All face the challenge and opportunity of overcoming self. In the words of the great spiritual leader, David Oman McKay: "The greatest battle of life is fought within the silent chambers of your own soul."  

In this chapter I share psalms (poetry) of life and leadership—and more particularly, of personal leadership or self-leadership, the forerunner of Self-Action Leadership (SAL). For SAL is the means—in conjunction with serendipitous grace—by which we can allow that Higher Power to make something majestic out of our lives.  



The Finish Line

The day was lost, as many had—
Another gone, a tragic fad.

Lost, yet I, not really through,
Still saw some hope to start anew,
And climb back up into the sky.

And yet such fret did cross my face,
For to realize
The length still in the race
Placed teardrops in my salty eyes.

Then, in the midst of agony,
My Rubicon comes, and I resolve:

I must not quit,
Run, race the way,
Claw my way out of this pit!

And then one day,
Stand boldly up,
And humbly say:

"Time is done,
And I have crossed
The Finish Line." 
 


The Finish Line
(Part 2)

The day was won,
As many had;
Another gained:
A glorious fad!

Won, yet I,
Not really through,
Still saw
The dangers 
Lurking true.
And yet, such hope
Did fill my soul;
For to realize
The dragons God and I had slain,
Empowered me and gave me rest.

And with my newfound strength and pow'r,
I'll boldly take on each new hour,
Resolved beyond the tempter's snares,
I am equipped to meet all cares.

And so prepared and thus endowed,
My sword, once set in stone's
Allowed, to be drawn forth
From its sure place,
To help me fight
And win
The race—
To make it through
The night
With Grace.

That I might each day
Stand Boldly Up
And humbly say:

"As Time moves on,
I will keep on,
To cross each
Finish Line."  



Sonnet 16  
(Freedom)

Of all things in this world worth seeking,
One thing alone is of the greatest worth
To me, 'tis FREEDOM I am speaking.
For the man who has freedom on the earth,
Is a man richer than the kings of the East,
Yet he may or may not have much pelf
In his purse, yet Solomon did not feast
As he who managed, in spite of himself,
To sever fleshy inner bonds that hold
Most of mankind in such captivity
That they fain refuse the mountains of gold
Masked as the true gifts of eternity.
   Therefore, let he who seeketh true treasure,
   Give his fight 'gainst self an added measure.  


The Enemy Within

Once upon an azure dawn
Amidst the toiling years,
I rise from where I've laid upon
My bed of brewing fears.

'Tis not a fright of man or foe,
No! I know that I shall conquer such.
But in my mind and heart I know
It's facing me that hurts so much.

For things outside my world today
Are fairly simply beat,
But when the balance I do weigh,
I know the real feat—

Which lies in inward victory,
And mastering oneself,
In choosing my self-history,
That'll soon be on the shelf.

For other weary, lonely souls,
Who seek for guiding light,
While stumbling forth like newborn foals,
Squinting through rays so bright.

'Tis they who'll seek to hear of tales
Of noble souls that won,
Sweet vict'ry over life's sore gales
That blow 'gainst everyone.

Perhaps then if I do succeed,
And slay the beast inside,
I might shed light on others' need
To sacrifice their pride.  


Anything, not Everything

At rest I lay my head and think,
And dwell on past and here and then,
My mind in swells begins to sink,
Into a deepened trance again.

Which way to go, or where to turn?
Go high; go low; move fast; talk slow?
The perfect way, my soul doth yearn...
The undisputed way to go.

And yet this flawless way doth seem,
An all but lost and empty dream,
When on a thought my mind doth seize,
Of course I cannot all folks please.

Indeed, there's always room to grow,
And means to turn and tweak my show,
But God and I we both now know
I can't have all and thus must throw—

Away my wish to have it all,
And search for the one thing that's best,
And find what's mine, and take its call
Once and for all, I'll pass this test.

And by ignoring all that's left
I'll find the best will oft augment,
Eternal glories weight I'll heft,
And bask in all that God has lent.  


Edgar Allen Poe's The Bells
influenced the prosody of my poem, Waiting.
Waiting


     Waiting,
           Waiting,
                Waiting,
It is so excruciating,
And requireth my will,
To keep my restless being ever
     Still,
          Still,
               Still,
Just a hundred moments til,
I am released from this cell,
From this momentary hell,
From this state so stationary,
Where for now I'm doomed to tarry,
Midst this ennui that's so very
Hard to 
     Bear,
          Bear,
               Bear,
With a blank-faced glare I stare,
Wishing to be anywhere,
Except
     Here,
          Here, 
               Here,
Where I'm apt to shed a tear,
When I recognize and fear,
Standing fast along life's pier,
Ever
     Peering,
          Peering,
               Peering,
Out at all I won't be steering,
Life's events that are appearing,
As they're ever quickly nearing,
With the same old fate,
Granting me more time to wait,
Waiting much of every date,
For my
     Ship, 
          Ship, 
               Ship,
To come in
At a brisk and steady clip,
And rescue me from this pain,
From this throbbing in my brain,
Where my quest for patience
Seems in vain—
The ship that will 
Whisk me away,
Someday,
To a distant land, I pray:
A land where dreams 
Come
     True, 
          True,
               True,
Just a momentary view,
Of a land filled with such bliss,
I would never, ever miss,
The land of though and that and this,
Where everything of worth did
Cost such
     Time,
          Time,
               Time,
Where so often it's a crime,
To act on the inclinations of
The body's invitations,
Seeking only what my selfish heart
Wants
     Now,
          Now, 
               Now,
Sounding rather like a cow,
Grazing lazy all day long,
Mooing out an old kine's song,
Making no real progression,
Just an obscure bovine's session,
That's prelude to the concession
     Stand,
          Stand,
               Stand,
Where a score of burgers sizzle,
Midst a fall fair's soft light drizzle,
Where my zest's begun to fizzle
As I
     Think,
          Think,
               Think,
Again how waiting sure does stink,
Then I have a revelation,
Though I've got no inclination,
Yet a heav'nly invitation to
Just
     Chill,
          Chill,
               Chill,
Search each moment for it's thrill,
Even if the moment's dull,
Then I'll ask my will to pull
Some magic from the hat
Of my brain's bottomless vat,
Basking sweetly in the know,
That this moment soon will go,
And the better that I spend it,
The more worthily I'll wend it,
And transcend its aggravating,
And well-night excruciating,
To appreciate each moment,
Recognizing it's heaven sent,
An authentic gift from God,
I can do more than just plod,
If I'll hold on to the rod,
To make
     Every
          Moment
               Count...
E'en the ones when I just
     Waiting,
          Waiting,
               Waiting,
                    Waiting,
                         Waiting.*

* This poem's prosody was inspired by (an aurally mirrors) Edgar Allen Poe's The Bells.



Learn to Labor and to Wait is
Another example of Longfellow's
Influence on my work
Learn to Labor and to Wait
(4)

If I can only sit and wait,
My fondest dreams will be as dust,
When I compare my actual fate,
My grandest hopes will be mere rust.

If I can only hold my horses,
And let God work His way through me,
I'll master all required courses,
And sovereign of my world I'll be.

There's certain magic found in patience,
As I plod through life's course refining,
And though the wait costs years and months,
And often finds my soul repining.

Alas the prize for firm endurance,
Far outweighs the price tag's smart,
With sweet assurance at timely moments,
That God's a master of his scart.*

Help us then with firm conviction,
Sojourning through the agony,
Separating fact from fiction,
Ever learning to be free.  

* Scart is a portmanteau I created to describe the nexus of science and art.   



Freedom

To be free
Is to see
Into the realms of reality,
Whose next of kin's eternity.
Not the casual passer by's view,
But the glorious peering
Into what's really true.
Where real things
Prove they're real
By casting
Their everlasting presence
Outside the confines of time—
Whose rhyme
Is no rhyme at all,
But a harsh and grating
Dissonance
Excruciating to endure,
When one knows of the
Eternal Now.
Somehow,
This piece of knowledge, 
Like college in our
Existential journey,
Increases comprehension
Toward its steeped incline
And ceaseless grind.
Yea—
'Tis a taskmaster most demanding,
Where the freest of us all,
Remain yet in 
Chains
To test
Our best
The rest
Of
   The
      Way.  


You Choose

Anyone who'll work and wait
Ensures good fate.

Anyone who'll never quit
Avoids the pit.

Anyone who keeps their soul,
By never casting off their goal,
Sets up a plea
With Destiny
That's touched by God—
     Will You?
          Will Me?
I guess we'll see...
But this I know,
Though vague it be,
That all of us
Are Free
To be
The kind of man,
Or woman
We most would like to be.

And in the end,
Deep down
Everyone knows
That blame for failure always goes,
To each and every
Single Soul—
Whose free to choose
   To win
      Or lose
No matter how the battles rage.
Come wind, come storm, come ice and hail,
We'll always get our due earned wage,
E'en if not on this side of the veil.

Will YOU prevail?
Fly high
     And free?
To claim your earn'ed victory?
   And enter into destiny?
      Inside of God's eternity?

The choice is YOURS
   To win,
      Or lose:
YOU choose!


Leaders are Pleaders

Leaders are pleaders,
Yea, pleaders for hope.
Pleading hope won't
Reach the end
Of its rope.
Hoping that someday
We all will be one—
United, excited,
When all the work's
Done.


Less is More

Less is more,
And more is less,
Unless your less
Is not your best,
Or when your more's
Got too much zeal—
   And zest.
It's hard to tell,
Just when to yell,
Or when silence
Is just as well.
But balance 'tween
This paradox mean,
Perfects the soul,
Achieves its goal,
And wins the score
In store
For him or her whom
More is less,
   And
      Less is More.  


To Risk or Not to Risk?

While yet a lad,
I heard two men say—
"Son, Now listen good to me:
I've got the secret to success,
And I'll tell it ye for free."

My youthful eyes at once lit up,
And I proceeded to open my ears,
To hear the words each man would speak,
To guide all my forthcoming years.

Quoth the first,
"Now here's the shoulds:
To be a wise old chap,
You've got to stake and guard your goods,
And avoid all mishap.
And to find sweet peace of mind,
Ye've got to play is safe,
And if ye do yer sure to find
You will avoid life's chafe."

"Take it from me," he said with a glance,
"Life will take advantage of you,
So mark every step, and doubt every chance,
And trust no one e'er to be true.

"Life's a jungle, a zoo! And the wisest of all
Know that each man must have his own back!
Keep your heart closed within, or you surely will fall
Into love—a most dangerous track!"

Quoth the other quite glumly,
But clearly more humbly,
As side-to-side his head he shook.
"What is this fool thinking?
What has he been drinking?
He's been reading from all the wrong books!"

Then turning to me, with his eyes all a-twinkle,
And mirth rising out from his soul,
H grabbed me with both hands, his smile marks a-wrinkle,
To point me towards a different goal. 

Said he,
"My boy, lookee here now, be clean and be pure,
Yesiree! but once ye've got that down,
Stand right up to fear, cold, sweat, blood, and manure,
And take some bold risks in this town!

"Be smart, Yes! And learn every time that ye err,
But please don't ever let a slip,
Give you a spineless soft cowardly stare
To pass over tongue, tooth, and lip.

"Be kind, but audacious; let no one detract
From your heart's authentic desire,
For playing it safe will only subtract
From the size, heat, and strength of your fire.

"By playing life small you've got no chance at all
Of living your life's fullest worth,
You've gotta awaken to your life's truest call,
Then hearken to it from your birth."

I thought and I listened and pondered and mused,
But I'll admit not for really too long.
For it seemed that the first man was rather confused,
While the second had struck truth's bright gong!


A Conditional Ode to Deconstruction

Deconstruction, oh that stuff—
It's enigmatic and it's tough!
I guess that's cuz it asks the brain
To reach and grasp for what's not plain.

For in the text you'll often find,
You'll get perplexed, you'll stretch your mind,
To seek for what's not plain to view,
And discern an unwritten cue.

But that's the key as you explore,
And open deconstruction's door,
You look in places never scanned,
For diamonds hidden in the sand.

But do beware lest you get trapped,
In deep black holes that can't be mapped.
Deconstruction's only helpful if
It is well kept in perspective!


Along the Chattahoochee

Along the Chattahoochee
I take a lonely walk—
Or maybe just a walk alone
With my thoughts,
   And my angst,
      And my reason,
And hopefully God
   Tagging along.
If only I were better able
To receive the gifts
He has here for me here
   In Nature.
I think it would be fine enough
If only I could feel what my
Thoughts reveal.
Then I'd be content.
But, as it is, I must
Save the scene for another day,
When God let's me congeal
What I think
   And feel,
Not merely calculate
   Or count,
But actually experience joy:
That's the day the real me
Will finally be.  


Why I Live Down South

Way up north it gets real cold,
And snow it likes to fall,
It chills my bones, makes me feel old,
And likewise freezes all.

That's why I live way down beneath,
The Mason Dixon Line,
Where I avoid the chatt'ring teeth,
Midst oak and palm and pine.

Plus folks down here are mighty kind,
And Dixie dames are pretty,
Perhaps someday I might just find
A Southern Belle to marry.

So 'tween weather, friends, and purty Belles,
I think I'd like to stay,
The South and me's a mix that jells,
I think I'm here to stay!  


The Journey

When you think that you've made it,
Arrived at the top,
Climbed out of that pit,
Never failing to stop;
Then you rest and you grin,
And you think you're so clever—
You knew all along you would win—
However,
That grin soon erases
When downward you slide,
And find yourself slowly
Being dragged through your pride,
Then back once again
To another deep hollow
You aimlessly look
For some fellow to follow,
But find none as you
Soon begin to wallow
In pitiful,
   Pathetic,
      Pity—
A sight that is shameful,
A view that's not pretty,
But wait just a moment...
You were freed once before,
You once broke down that door,
Perhaps one time more
You could exit the pit,
Through a lot of commitment
And plenty of grit!
YES: you'll get back on top,
Though it takes you all day,
There's none who can stop you,
'Xcept YOU—
So get out of your way!

Then out of that pit once again you will climb
Straight up to the top
Midst the music and rhyme—
Yes, the rhyme; oh that rhyme
It is always repeating—
You say to yourself
Your heartstrings a-beating
The message for me
In that well rhym'ed key
Is a prelude to my next
   Hard earned
      Sweet Victory.

You never will stop,
   Oh never
      No never 
         Til you've reached the Top.

Then once at the top
You'll help others to climb,
By stretching,
   And lifting,
       And repeating
The rhyme.
The same one that you heard
And rose on its wings,
You'll echo its wonders
As a sweet songbird sings,
To each rising comrade
In need of your voice,
To strengthen each fellow
Whose made the right choice,
To follow your footsteps,
And rise to the top,
By following the maps
Down to them that you drop.
And as each one ascendeth,
Your glory grows greater,
Past sins are a'mendeth
Here, now, and not later.
And then when all have
Made their ascent
And are ONE—
   The joy of the journey
      Will fully be won.  


Sweet Sleep

May your sleep be sweet as sugar,
Resting lightly on your brow,
May your heart be filled with splendor,
Gleaned from here and then and now.

May your dreams be filled with wonder,
As you lie there soft and still,
May nightmares be torn asunder,
By a sweet dream's sovereign will.

And amidst these fancies find:
Pleasant pictures, thoughts and things,
All of which to fill your mind,
With all good things the Sandman brings.

Then when morning's air draws nigh,
You shall find yourself renewed,
And without a doubt or sigh,
Find your day with joy imbued.  


With my Mama, age 7
Mesa, Arizona
Circa 1986
Reflections on Childhood

A place called home, what does that mean?
Where I was born... and though it seems,
There's so much more, no static stream,
My life's full tale flows like a dream.

The place of youth's defining start,
That first did pluck the strings of heart,
Midst family's boon, my soul caressed,
A safe cacoon?  My future blessed?  

And though such innocence did lay,
The seedlings of a different day,
Where I would see beyond the kiss,
Of youth's veneer: it's joys and bliss.

Into a far more different type,
Of my life's stage beyond the hype,
Toward daily stress, the pain and stripe,
That gradually helps me grow ripe.  

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I move away, my mind expands,
I see my start in different lights,
Yet it stays etched into the sands
Of my heart full of sheer delights.  


Dr. JJ

June 14, 2023
Palm Beach Gardens, Florida, USA


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Notes:

1. Longfellow, H.W. (1912). The Poetical Works of Longfellow. London: Henry Frowde Oxford University Press. Page 3.

2.  The Book of Mormon (2 Nephi 2:11).

3.  Peck, M.S. 1978. The Road Less Traveled: A New Psychology of Love, Traditional Values and Spiritual Growth. New York, NY: Touchstone. Opening lines of Chapter 1.  

4. Final line of Longfellow's poem, A Psalm of Life.

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