Why me?
How many times do we stand in front of a mirror and ask ourselves that question
when certain issues start to get on top of us, not least being a prime target
for local prejudice and bigotry? Gay men and women may have had more than their
fair share in some parts of the world, but we are certainly not alone.
There are
some horribly ignorant people out there, not least
those who use socio-cultural-religious traditions not only to camouflage
ignorance and bad attitude but also use as weapons against us.
Thankfully,
though, there are also many lovely people out there
too, ready, willing and able to help make this a kinder world. Sadly, things
often have to get worse, and people made to suffer, before there is any visible
shift for the better. Meanwhile, we can but stay positive, believe that fragile
humanity will go from strength to strength, and see to it that our own personal
space continues to send the right messages in the hope fewer people worldwide
will choose to turn a deaf ear.
Yes, everyone has
a choice. I have always found it hard to believe that so many people will
choose religion against humanity when they can have both; they are not mutually
exclusive, whatever some misguided religious fundamentalists might say,
invariably banging on their own personal drum. The latter are a disgrace
to their religion. [Evangelical Christians and radical Muslim clerics take
note. Oh, yes, some read the blog, ostensibly as an excuse to email me occasional
abuse. Ah, but who knows…?]
Mind you,
in giving religion such a bad name, fundamentalists do people like me a
big favour in forcing us to look elsewhere for a sense
of spirituality to sustain us through good times and bad. As regular
readers will know only too well, I found mine in nature.
G-A-Y, REFLECTIONS
IN TIME'S EYE
Glass cracked
while I stood by,
saying what
will be, will be,
the mirror
(knowing it was lie)
furiously
tossing it back at me
I can
make a difference if I try,
the
looking glass reassured,
yet I saw
but a centuries-old lie
made to
fall on its own sword
Should we
not put people right,
the mirror
demanded of me,
wherever
blindness to just insight
on the life
forces of sexuality?
Come, get
a grip. Let’s go, get real,
the
looking glass began to plead
as the
cracked glass began to reveal
unbidden
truths, a hidden need
I closed
my eyes then looked again,
saw in a
mirror fully restored,
a frightened
soul, always on the run,
ready to
take its place in the world
History
may yet put its wrongs right,
the
looking glass reminds me,
those who
care, sharing just insight
on the integrity
of homosexuality
Copyright
R. N. Taber 2009, 2014
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