Ode to Moms

Oh Mom!

The tongue you bequeathed me

 – inadequate--  

for your praise!

Shall I thank thee for your sacrifice?

That called for single motherhood

for eight hard years that sufficed

Shall I thank thee for your gifts?

That gave me smarts

to endear teachers' hearts

and the girl I married not to miff

Shall I thank thee for your kindness?

That put brother and I first

without showing sadness

Shall I thank thee for thy sweet demeanor?

That only grew angry

because I was meaner?

Shall I thank thee for putting others before thee?

Family, friends, strangers 

and all you see including me

Shall I thank thee for your encouraging words?

Praising our achievements

no matter how absurd

Shall I thank thee for food on the table and clothes on my back?

Before you ate

or took your own outfits

off the Goodwill rack?

Shall I thank thee for your rose-colored glasses?

In light of dark

near-broke

begging dashes

when He sent you aid

Shall I thank thee for your unlimited faith?

In God, the Pope

and Christian fate

I could go on and tell your stories

but tears would fall

because

there are so few great glories

Yet, yet, there are many

'cause we survived

 -- by your own and God's hands –

tender at times or hard

creating mutual destiny

So thank you Mom

I am that much more

a better man for it

Copyright 2015 Rodney Richards

Ode to DaDs

Was it the Marine Corps
that taught you cleanliness?

You taught me to scrub a commode
better than Mr. Clean
while you vaccumed our beige-carpeted and walled
garden apartment

You taught me to shake hands firmly
as a man would
especially a woman's

You taught me no hatred
of colored, or weak, or stupid, or foreign, or cruel
or poor ones;
to treat people with respect and intelligence
every time

You taught me respect for humanity
that The Tao
would not
until four years later

You taught me to tee my butts
and jam them in my back jean's pocket                                 
which my wife still uncovers in the wash
and hates finding the stinky things

You must've taught me to drive
your salmon '57 Chevy Bel Air hardtop with no posts               
and it was good enough
to earn my California license as a kid
despite running over curbs

And you taught me respect                        
for our many girlish dates                                                           
and of women likewise                                                                  
to love them all                                                                          
with "Treat women well."

And so "I Do" has meant more than mere words                       
after 43 years with my first wife;                                                     
a strong redhead                                                                           
you gave me courage to approach                                         
without fear of showing a good heart

And you Dad, you taught me responsibility also                            
to work dedicated at a job                                                           
and remain loyal                                                                            
as you supported a family of four at first                                    
then five, then six, seven, eight and nine

And though I never drove your faded green Ford Fairlane            
I remember family Sunday drives                                           
around the gorgeous Delaware Valley                                            
in cold, cool, warm then humid seasons

And you taught me                                                                        
that our recalcitrant decrepit lawnmower                                  
could be repaired                                                                             
by your tenacity                                                                            
and cunningly constructed temporary fixes

So I don't give up hope easily,                                              
fulfilling my Taurean nature

And I learned to arrive early                                                    
which increases my sweetheart's lovingness                                
not keeping her waiting

You both gave me freedom to break rules                                   
and I broke them                                                                          
until one of you said                                                                   
"He must go to his Father."

How else would I have learned                                                       
to tee and clean                                                                               
to respect and drive                                                                         
to dedicate and not be late and                                                        
to love without fear?

Thank you DaDs!                                                                  
Rodney Senior my first and least known                                 
Ralph Senior my last for near on five decades

What's in a Dad's name or appelation?                                     
except example and words?

Sad to think both of you gone physically                                     
but not spiritually                                                                           
not internally                                                                                 
not emotionally                                                                              
not laughably                                                                                
not memorably                                                                                                       
Because I Am your Junior Apprentice


Copyright 2015 Rodney Richards                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        

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Inspired by The Glory of God

Rodney Richards  •  January 25, 2015   •   

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The Baha’i teachings contain enormous wisdom. For me, every time I read Baha’u’llah’s or Abdu’l-Baha’s writings, I feel powerfully informed and inspired. Sometimes I let that inner inspiration transform itself into poetry. Reflecting on the two passages below from Baha’u’llah’s writings, I wrote this poem at 1:30 pm on the 16th of December, 2014, while sitting on a Presbyterian Church bench dedicated to the Glory of God.

    "Having created the world and all that liveth and moveth therein, He, through the direct operation of His unconstrained and sovereign Will, chose to confer upon man the unique distinction and capacity to know Him and to love Him—a capacity that must needs be regarded as the generating impulse and the primary purpose underlying the whole of creation…. Upon the inmost reality of each and every created thing He hath shed the light of one of His names, and made it a recipient of the glory of one of His attributes. Upon the reality of man, however, He hath focused the radiance of all of His names and attributes, and made it a mirror of His own Self. Alone of all created things man hath been singled out for so great a favor, so enduring a bounty." – Baha’u'llah, Gleanings from the Writings of Baha’u'llah, pp. 65-66.

It’s Always There

My eyes often travel downward
I see the tuft of grass in the sidewalk crack
     and follow my urge to pluck It
I spy the dirty napkin caught on the church’s lawn
     and bend down to dispose of It

Then they travel upward

I bask in Sol’s glow behind the clouds 
     and push my body and face into It
I meditate on His Godness
     and speak words of praise to It

Then they travel inward

I feel the wrath of ire at the speeding car
     and the dangerous driver in It
I sense the love from my own true love
     and wonder how we have held It

Then they meander the world

I find Banana Split ice cream in the fridge
     and spoon the deliciousness out of It
I watch the senseless hate turning to violence
    and wish mankind to end It

Grass, napkin, Sol, Godness, wrath, love, ice cream, and hate
     all lay in my Path

I acknowledge them with unhesitating impulses
     to touch, feel, give way, absorb and consume them

All the essences of this life we humans experience
     every day, every wakeful moment of It

The Its of existence at our fingertips
 
    "These energies with which the Day Star of Divine bounty and Source of heavenly guidance hath endowed the reality of man lie, however, latent within him, even as the flame is hidden within the candle and the rays of light are potentially present in the lamp. The radiance of these energies may be obscured by worldly desires even as the light of the sun can be concealed beneath the dust and dross which cover the mirror. Neither the candle nor the lamp can be lighted through their own unaided efforts, nor can it ever be possible for the mirror to free itself from its dross. It is clear and evident that until a fire is kindled the lamp will never be ignited, and unless the dross is blotted out from the face of the mirror it can never represent the image of the sun nor reflect its light and glory." – Baha’u'llah, Gleanings from the Writings of Baha’u'llah, pp. 65-66.

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Poetry or Prose? You decide

The theory of Everything movie moved me
  and moved my spouse to tears at times
It was sadness over Love's rollercoaster
  and Fate's cruel decisions

Did the universe start from a singularity?
Did God say "Let there be Light" 
  and there was?

The universe is Matter and Energy
  even Dark it's been said
Does Dark even exist?
Or is it the absence of Light?

How many Elements are there?
  Just 98 natural ones
    and 20 synthesized
Oh really?

I don't see Light
 or Sound
 or Vision
 or Sensation
 or Mind
  on the Table

Did Time start from a singularity?
Did God say "Let there be Time"
  and there was?
As if

Why must we label everything,
  put a number to everything
  put an equation to everything

Isn't Being enough?

No, not for humanity, not for us

The Search is everything


Enjoy your day, week, month and year
Best
Rodney