My
poem takes its title from a delightful gay movie of the same name. It is one of
relatively few mainstream movies (available on DVD) that I have seen whose
story line turns on the developing relationship between two schoolboys. [Do so many parents and teachers really think gay men and women emerge
into adulthood out of thin air?]
Now,
parents sometimes get in touch to ask what they should so about a gay son or
daughter. Do? What else, but continue to love and support them?
Gay or straight, love is a beautiful thing; it may be for a person, a place or even an idea. Whatever, it sows seeds in mind, body and spirit that will float like seeds in the wind long after we are gone.
Anyone suggestion that love is any the less beautiful for two lovers being gay is not only a gross distortion of the facts but downright sacrilegious in so far as it undermines the spiritual quality of love as supposedly endorsed by all world religions. Gay voices, though, are as seeds in the wind sure to settle and grow even where socio-cultural-religious bigotry continues to pursue its fight to flourish...
Gay or straight, love is a beautiful thing; it may be for a person, a place or even an idea. Whatever, it sows seeds in mind, body and spirit that will float like seeds in the wind long after we are gone.
Anyone suggestion that love is any the less beautiful for two lovers being gay is not only a gross distortion of the facts but downright sacrilegious in so far as it undermines the spiritual quality of love as supposedly endorsed by all world religions. Gay voices, though, are as seeds in the wind sure to settle and grow even where socio-cultural-religious bigotry continues to pursue its fight to flourish...
A BEAUTIFUL
THING
Though
a day be my last on the good earth
and
I regret many things I have done,
I’ll
bring hopes of a second chance, rebirth,
to
whatever we like to call ‘Heaven’
Though
a breath be my last in Nature’s arms,
the world’s judgement upon me unkind,
I will submit to her dear, evergreen charms,
trusting
in Peace to be always at hand
Though an eye look its last on a bird’s wing
as
it soars with grace and kisses the sky,
I’ll
clasp to my heart love’s beautiful thing
that
has blessed me and will not let us die
For
knowing you, needing you, loving you;
seeds in the wind - gay, free and true
Copyright R. N. Taber
2005; 2014
[Note:
This poem has been slightly revised from an earlier version that appears in 1st
(print) eds. of A Feeling for the
Quickness of Time by R. N. Taber, Assembly Books, 2005; new (revised) ed.
in e-format in preparation.]
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