A full moon, an eclipse, a holiday that confuses love with chocolates/sex/martyrdom, and political fireworks showering sparks of hate, exclusion, terror, force, pain, and power converged to remind me that nearly every known poison has an antidote. Whatever flew out of Pandora's box biting and stinging souls across mythical time also brought comfort and hope into being for each of us. Maybe we've been interpreting the myth incorrectly. Perhaps hope crowded those pests to the point where a tiny crack let pricklies escape howling and afraid of being diffused into hope's light. Flowing from confinement, Hope sang that we are safe and loved, capable and creating, growing and expanding ALL GOOD faster than we feel the sting that distracts us as we progress. Why was Hope at the bottom of the box that kept troubles at bay? Perhaps it was Hope's chemistry, or Alchemy ~its magic~ that transforms pain to power, despair to love, defeat to victory, venom to vibrant life. What flew out of the box biting and stinging across mythical time escaped howling and terrified of being diffused into hope’s service. Irony! When troubles exploded, shrieking, sparking, declaring supremacy, Hope flowed from its confinement, singing: You are safe. You are loved. You are capable, creating, growing, expanding ALL GOOD faster than any flying, prickly, expiring breed of pests can impede the invasive Progress of Hope. DonnaMarie Fekete 14 February 2017
0 Comments
Leave a Reply. |
AuthorI've been paid to sing, act, paint, teach and write. What I do most to express myself is write. I've self-published four books: poems, essays, stories, and prayers. Archives
December 2016
Categories |
NOW is our Finest Hour! | I*D*E*A*S* |