These are the prophecies to inspire dread
Speaking to yesterdays and tomorrows
One generation to blessed are the dead,
Blessed are the ones not born to sorrows.
Blessed are the ones who have no need
to watch the ones they cherish torn away.
Better to not have that pain.
In the old myths,
the tales of yesterdays and tomorrows,
it is always the woman
who is the agent of chaos. The man is steadfast
and somehow, the woman bumbles in
and screws it all up. Eve
precipitates the Fall.
How could she not? it is women
who bring change into the world,
one child at a time. That is chaos
when perfection is found in stagnation.
Perfection, spinning in an empty mirrored hall.
Barren is a state of mind, not of body.
The agents of stagnation,
who abhor any hint of change
in the yesterdays and tomorrows
dismiss children, the idea of children,
ideas, the children of the mind.
Blessed are the barren, whose minds have never born fruit.
One cannot get far in life
without loss. A friend
cut down by cancer,
losing the long battle.
The suddenness of the car accident,
the shock of sudden violence.
Fear of loss, of no more sharing
of yesterdays and tomorrows,
drives too many to mourn prematurely,
to shun change
“With the world as it is,
how can you bear to have children?”
“I could never bring a child into this world.”
The agents of stagnation
speaking to yesterdays
say, “Blessed are the barren.”
I say, blessed are the ones
(that agent of chaos)
the small, the quiet, the last light.
May 12, 2010