Have you ever been locked in a closet with a group of bullies who are beating on you?
Welcome to my life.
Hopefully this will never be a literal truth, but we all have our closets and we all have our bullies.
This is what truth, art, poetry and childhood all fight against.
Bullies beat you down and tell you you are worthless.
Truth says all are valuable – made in the image of God.
Bullies destroy, pillage and hate beauty.
Art transcends time and culture, finding – celebrating! – beauty in all of life.
Bullies hurl insults and curses.
Poetry heals. Poetry soothes and inspires transcendence.
Bullies berate and belittle. Bullies believe buffoonery is better than blessings.
Childhood has all the promise of a full life ahead without the dullness that time can bring.
So here is the challenge – approach each day with truth on our lips, art in our fingers, poetry in our hearts and childhood in our minds.
I’ll leave you with a poem I wrote 15 years ago.
I’ve come to the conclusion that I’m losing my mind
Said the girl with the sunshine smile
Except, maybe you just don’t understand my kind
Always losing, sometimes finding, only to lose again
I’ve come to the conclusion that I’ve lost my heart
Said the boy looking at the sunshine girl
If I really have lost it, I wouldn’t actually mind
But I need to know if you know where I could find
Silently nodded silently hoped …
Golden curls knowingly bounced, hopeful
Eyes glinted, hinted at the secret hidden
Within their depths only diving could reveal
“I’ve decided to run away, run to the north woods”
Said the boy to the girl with the sunshine hair
“I was wondering if you’d like to… if you could…”
“Well, if you’d like to come along … for good”
Big rain drops formed at the corners of her sky
Blue eyes, silent thunder crashed, on her earthen
Red lips, brilliant lighting flashed from her soul
As her mouth silently formed a single word, “Yes”