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As the C-19 coronavirus pandemic persists, albeit.(hopefully) on the wane, many if not most of us are struggling to cope on a daily basis, none more so than those who have lost loved ones; grief is hard enough to bear at the best of times, but as things are, even family members are not always able to attend either morgue or funeral to say their last goodbyes. I understand that, and yet do we ever need to say goodbye to love? I think not, for love never dies.
I often refer to a 'posthumous consciousness' in my blogs and poems; some people prefer the word 'ghosts'; it is more than a form of remembrance, but a continuum wherein 'live' contact is made between the those who have lost each other through death or whatever. Where love is concerned, this has to be a positive thing although it has to be said that not all our ghosts mean well.
Love, as I have said many times (I am often hauled over proverbial coals for repeating myself!)love comes in all shapes and sizes; platonic or sexual, people or places, pets, even possessions of sentimental value ... They often influence how we behave and think, often without our even realising it. The presence of people in our consciousness, though, we can usually recognise and acknowledge if only to ourselves; I say 'usually' because complete strangers of whom we have little or no memory, cam also play a part in hoe we live our lives by deeds done or words said that may well not have seemed so important at the time ...
The human consciousness is a continuum, and mortality does not change that for any of us, regardless of who or where we are in the world, whether we subscribe to any religion or not; is is one reason why I often refer to a 'common humanity' in various blog entries and poems, for which I am often taken to task,not least because I am gay, and many people cannot relate to that; it is not a question of relating to any person's particular qualities, though, but to the person as a whole and/ or the whole they personify. Far too often, human nature will home in on a part or parts of a person's character or personality, take that for its whole and judge it accordingly. Perhaps that is why humanity is so divided, in so far as we make too many assumptions about people in a favourite pastime for many that involves rushing to judgement.
Whoever, wherever we are in the world and whatever our socio-cultural-religious or, yes, sexual persuasion, we all deserve better than to be subjected to a rush to judgement that may well not even come close to the truth. Truth, too, dare I say, cannot always be assumed to be absolute; it, too, comes in various shapes and forms depending on from whose perspective we are looking at it?
As the C-19 coronavirus pandemic persists, albeit.(hopefully) on the wane, many if not most of us are struggling to cope on a daily basis, none more so than those who have lost loved ones; grief is hard enough to bear at the best of times, but as things are, even family members are not always able to attend either morgue or funeral to say their last goodbyes. I understand that, and yet do we ever need to say goodbye to love? I think not, for love never dies.
I often refer to a 'posthumous consciousness' in my blogs and poems; some people prefer the word 'ghosts'; it is more than a form of remembrance, but a continuum wherein 'live' contact is made between the those who have lost each other through death or whatever. Where love is concerned, this has to be a positive thing although it has to be said that not all our ghosts mean well.
Love, as I have said many times (I am often hauled over proverbial coals for repeating myself!)love comes in all shapes and sizes; platonic or sexual, people or places, pets, even possessions of sentimental value ... They often influence how we behave and think, often without our even realising it. The presence of people in our consciousness, though, we can usually recognise and acknowledge if only to ourselves; I say 'usually' because complete strangers of whom we have little or no memory, cam also play a part in hoe we live our lives by deeds done or words said that may well not have seemed so important at the time ...
The human consciousness is a continuum, and mortality does not change that for any of us, regardless of who or where we are in the world, whether we subscribe to any religion or not; is is one reason why I often refer to a 'common humanity' in various blog entries and poems, for which I am often taken to task,not least because I am gay, and many people cannot relate to that; it is not a question of relating to any person's particular qualities, though, but to the person as a whole and/ or the whole they personify. Far too often, human nature will home in on a part or parts of a person's character or personality, take that for its whole and judge it accordingly. Perhaps that is why humanity is so divided, in so far as we make too many assumptions about people in a favourite pastime for many that involves rushing to judgement.
Whoever, wherever we are in the world and whatever our socio-cultural-religious or, yes, sexual persuasion, we all deserve better than to be subjected to a rush to judgement that may well not even come close to the truth. Truth, too, dare I say, cannot always be assumed to be absolute; it, too, comes in various shapes and forms depending on from whose perspective we are looking at it?
AT HOME
The day you died,
Yet, even as I wept,
Like fresh spring rain,
Yes, even as I sleep,
we make ourselves at home
Copyright R. N. Taber 2013; 2020
[Note: This poem also appears on my general poetry blog today.]
[Note: This poem also appears on my general poetry blog today.]
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