Tuesday, 5 July 2016

Free Spirit, Free Choices (If only...!)


Now, each and every one of us has equal rights of way in life regardless of colour, creed, sex or sexuality. Never let anyone tell you differently. As for people like me who do not believe in a personified God, be sure any ‘Heaven’ connects with Earth Mother just as surely as spring follows winter.

Today’s poem first appeared on the blog a few years ago especially for ‘Helen and Max who emailed to say, 'We are devout Christians, but we love our gay son no less for his sexuality or our religion. God is Love, and to reject our son would be to reject Christianity...’ Oh, but how refreshing to hear of Christians being Christian!  There are plenty of them, of course, good people with open hearts and minds regardless of their religion, but we gay men and women seem to have more than our fair share of encounters with the worst kind.

Yes, there are many in gay-unfriendly cultures, communities and societies who are gay-friendly; on the whole, though, those same cultures, communities and societies still have a long way to go be before understanding - and being seen to understand - that sexuality is a fact not freak of nature. Bigotry and prejudice on the other hand...

Few choices we make in life are important as how we choose to live it. I once met a guy and his partner from Nigeria on holiday here in London. We were in a gay bar and they told me how it was impossible to be openly gay back home. I asked how they coped, and did they think there would come a time when they could be open about their relationship. One grinned and said, "Life is all about making choices, yes? Well, we've made one of the most important choices we will ever make. More to come, sure, but it's as they say, Rome was not built in a day..."

Free spirits, yes. Free choices? Well, I dare say life (like love) demands a payback time (sooner or later, in one form or another) of all if not most choices we make in its name.

This poem is a kenning.

FREE SPIRIT, FREE CHOICES (IF ONLY...!)

At the Gates of Heaven,
legends gave me no choice
but return, for better
or worse, make good mistakes
yet to be made, watch plans
fall apart still to be laid, chance
whatever good it takes
for anyone of my disposition
to make a right decision

At the Gates of Hell
a devil all but defined the art
of choice as heads he wins
tails I lose, my head on a block,
or neck on a line where blind
to eyes flashing warnings,
lips preferring to play lackey
to consensus, V-signs making
sense of bad decisions

At the Gates of Love
an angel gave me a choice;
seize the day, no excuses,
or play out sad mind games,
prefer the stars to the sun,
go baying for the moon alone,
never waking to a sharing
of body heat for fear its joys
but fade too soon

May mind-body-spirit yet find me
ways to live, love, and stay free

Copyright R. N. Taber 2005; 2016

[Note: An earlier version of this poem appears under the title 'Rights of Way' in A Feeling for the Quickness of Time by R. N. Taber, Assembly Books, 2005.]

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