under a fallen wall
what you do
after you hit the wall
and then the wall falls on you
you gather your strength
and begin digging out
but it’s fits and starts
choke on dust
pause, rub wounds
take a moment
you can do it, you insist
brush aside the debris
try to work your legs
free from the pinching beams
trapping, holding on like chinese torture
each move only seems to
increase the weight
can anyone hear me?
cough, sputter, spit particulates
chalky mouth muttering
rest a minute
got nothing but time
just a little more time…
27 thoughts on “under a fallen wall”
Someone with authority needs to settle it, and someone else has to submit to the one with authority. That’s how we play this religious game, Eeyore —- I thought you knew that.
“how do you solve religious questions?”
By letting the person in question decide it. Was that so hard?
It was ever this.
A possible loose translation of the Buddha’s First Noble Truth.
rain swirls tight circles
inside the wind
The hockey team that wins the Stanley cup every year is invariably quoted voicing the same mantra. I see no other way to get through this maelstrom called life. A fixed gaze. A thousand yard stare. Hold nothing. Take nothing, up or down. Eyes fixed on the author and perfecter of our faith. That’s the road map anyway.
going nowhere fast
the rain swirls in tight circles
dancing with the wind
I would say that your portrayal of that conversation goes off the rails when you say/think JAE replies to your question “Is it not the termination of a human life” with “Well, that’s a religious question.” JAE does NOT respond that way, they respond with “That doesn’t matter, this is about a woman’s right to rid herself of this thing in her body.”
Which takes it out of any attempts to make it about religious right/wrong or ethical/moral or not.
–> “…but embrace the cyclical patterns and know the time will come when words such as these would mean great comfort.”
I’ve learned a bit of the cyclical pattern of my own emotional state. If I’m feeling particularly “high” for a stretch, I remind myself, “Prepare for the downturn. Don’t stress when it comes.” Likewise, when I’m in a funk and feel like I’m crawling through the gutter, I tell myself, “This will pass. Be patient.”
Mule: I don’t believe women should have the choice to have abortions. I would take it away from them.
Just About Everybody: Why?
Mule: Is it not the termination of a human life?
JAE: Well, that’s a religious question.
Mule: Well, how do you solve religious questions?
Are those the latest code words for “Cleansing” (formerly called “Genocide”)?
Which is always easy to justify by Cosmic-level Authority?
Only for a Christianese version of The Seinfeld Sneer:
“Oh Ye Of Little FAITH. Tsk. Tsk.”
Thank you for continuing to drop in, Su –
another hug from me.
Good point! Funny reference.
Actually, our inconsistencies save us, make us human, otherwise we should just cut the crap and proceed directly to the elimination of the contaminants that our political and religious algorithms demand of us.
I think you’re right Muley. Certainly some of the time. It’s just sad that we must be better in secret; the show must go on.
Prayers and love for Susan, and mug of virtual chamomile.
Most people, fortunately, are better than their creeds should allow them to be.
The theology of glory never has any room for the theology of the cross.
wish I could do more . . . a good hot meal, some tea, listening
go and rest, Susan
Such dour expression suits the reality of life at many junctures, sometimes for extended stretches; months, years, even decades. I’m not there personally at this moment but embrace the cyclical patterns and know the time will come when words such as these would mean great comfort. It also strikes me that in the triumphant atmosphere of some quarters of Christianity there would be no room for your thoughts or those comforts.
Such warmth. Appreciated
sending hug Susan
Tears fall like raindrops
Spring showers shall refresh the soul
I pray for new growth
Thank you Robert.
It was ever this.
An early night to bed for me now
My son is 48 today
He is so far away
I just want a hug
I’m praying for you, Susan. Wish I were able to do more. You sound super depressed and I’m very concerned about you.
I live in vacuum
“can anyone hear me?
” … come
And re-create me. . . . .
I may rise up from death
before I’m dead. ”
(‘A Litany’, John Donne)