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When the words have all been used
Wondering what can I say, what can I do
Overwhelmed, confused, and quite askew
How do I explain that I love only you
I’ve said it all before, a hundred times
In poetry, verse, and many rhymes
In this moment, feeling quite bemused
I desire words to touch your heart and amuse
Leaving you without doubt or worry
Not over the top or too flowery
Nothing cliche or overworked
Words fresh and new that invoke
All the love I hold in my heart for you
Now and forever only you shall I pursue
Smoke and mirrors create the illusion
And for some, it’s great amusement
By those magicians, intent on confusion
Smoke and mirrors to continue allusions
To shroud answers in their execution
Whether through words or actions
We must now focus, fiercely our attentions
In our mind to see through all the confusion
With answers, we sincerely seek a conclusion
“Smoke and mirrors! That’s what you create,” I grumbled. “You have no intention of coming clean with responsible answers to our questions,” I railed.
“There will be answers when the time is right!” he hollered to the crowd. “I cannot give you what I do not have!”
“You know the city is falling apart! We need strong leadership, direction, we need answers!” I yelled in return.
Martin stepped off the stage, a roar of discontented voices filling his ears. He walked toward his opponent, “Marion, you outdid yourself,” he commented a half smirk on his face.
“I did what is right! The citizens of this city should know what your plans are. We elected you, did we not?”
“Yes, yes you did!” He grinned. “I still can’t give you answer I do not as yet have. Believe me, I’m working this, as expediently as possible.”
Turning to look at the placard carrying crowd, she said, “It would seem not!”
“They wouldn’t be up in arms if you’d calm down and stop using rhetoric to incite them.”
“You think this is a riot?” I stood in shock.
“These people,” I gestured toward the crowd, “are feeling like yesterday’s newspaper, crumpled and rumpled and ready for the fireplace of your warm conciliatory speeches.”
“You are inventive, Marion, I give you that.” He paused, “You keep doing what you do, and I’ll keep doing what I do. Hopefully, we’ll get to the same point, if not side by side, at least together,” Martin exclaimed. “I do want the same thing you do,” he assured her. “It’s important that our citizens feel safe, secure, and know that there will be housing for everyone displaced by the changes the city needs, in order to grow.”
“It seems “displacing” thousands of people in the process, with literally nowhere to go, while you rage through the city, tearing down homes and expropriating others, isn’t going over well.”
“Marion, you’re misconstruing the situation completely. We are providing homes for the displaced. No, it’s not in the same neighbourhood, but it’s as close as we can make it. There will be homes for each person involved.”
“Will you go on record, stating unequivocally that is the case?”
“Marion, you know I can’t, not yet. There’s still some red tape to cut through. I will promise, though, you will have answers, the second I manage to . . . ”
She turned and walked away, anger emitting from her like a volcano ready to erupt. “I still expect that date!” He called after her.
That stopped her in her tracks. Turning to stare at him in horror, she said, “When hell freezes over, Martin when hell freezes over!” Head in the air, nearly stomping in agitation he could almost here the “grrr” he was sure emanated from her lips. He smiled. Tomorrow was another day.
When I contemplated the word “generous”, I struggled. Admittedly, some have become jaded as they witness the extent of greed in our society as well as the horrendous misuse of funds. Perhaps having observing the extent of what some consider acceptable theft, or observing people stepping on others to obtain a promotion. Indeed the news is full of such examples resulting in a cloud of suspicion and negativity as we shake our heads in disgust and shame at where some have allowed themselves to go.
During particular occasions, christmas being one of them, or perhaps a special birthday or anniversary, we are compelled by generosity to make the occasion as special as possible and it gladdens our hearts to do so.
Conversely there are many who epitomize generosity in spirit and it’s a part of who they are. I thought I’d share just one example of a moment of unexpected generosity that touched my heart.
While sitting in the car not far from the mall entrance, I watched a frail gentleman struggle, his gait unsure, as he made his way to the door. Many hustled by him accidentally bumping and nudging him and he nearly toppled over. A younger man walking nearby, witnessed the incident. He walked closer to the older man, held out a hand and I watched him introduce himself. The older man seemed startled at first. They shook hands after which, he took the older man’s arm and guided him the rest of the way to the door. He didn’t stop there. He opened the door and cleared a path for the gentleman, holding the door until the dotteringly slow gentleman entered. Another conversation resulted. He didn’t walk away but assisted the man on, into the mall and out of sight. I was overcome with emotion at the tenderness of the moment which moved me to tears. The generous display, unsolicited, and obviously heartfelt all the more valuable as a result.
We often hear of huge events arranged on a massive scale, and while I certainly don’t negate the momentousness of what was accomplished as a result, I find I’m far more touched as a result of the daily moments of generosity available to all of us. That helping hand, the kind word, a moment in which to uplift or assist another in meaningful ways that has a profound and lasting affect on the recipient.
I’ve experienced generosity of nature here, among this delightful community of bloggers, who constantly offer uplifting and thoughtful words of encouragement. Generosity of nature is not lost here. I want to take this opportunity to thank all of you who offer that spirit freely and willingly and although on the surface, we may not see the affect, it is felt and appreciated.