Poetry: #54 Whose Hands Must Work? (The Search For 2)
And my thoughts after revisiting the words
Whose Hands Must Work?
One step further in this chapter of life the defeated stature showing all the lies written in words. Hope is a curious pathway to resolve; yet who grants hope truth, but some unknown existential force? Healing the sick, sheltering the poor, feeding the hungry, teaching the generations… Who can achieve this if we hope too much? Action must be taken or Fate will go to lunch. Dive deeper padawan, what do you see? Reach further into the crevice and pull out the answers. Dive deeper grasshopper; don’t let it ruin your fun. No, no no… No no no… Scratch that. Who else can achieve singlehandedly the greatness of the ages? Who must take action to prevent the end of future generations? Don’t dive deep into the question; the answer is on the surface. We are the catalyst for change, no other force will start. Do not wait on Fate for Fate will wait on you.
What are your thoughts on this poem?
My Thoughts & Takeaway
This poem, along with the previous one, was written in the fall of 2018. There are similarities between these poems (scratch that… direct correlations). Whereas the first one in this collection was around the idea of tapping back into the wellspring of thought that made me love to write, especially poetry, this one is more about a reason to write. Why write? Why do what I do? Why write poetry when there’s other ways to serve God or society or whatever the case might be? Whose hands must do the work? Whose hands will do the work?
I have floated around life as an extroverted introvert, but my heart and soul is introverted no matter what I do. I do not get the same satisfaction out of my time around others as I would working alone. Not that I can’t do it, and enjoy and get satisfaction out of it, only that there’s a time and place where I actively want to be around others doing the do. I would much rather observe, think, and share with the world what is being done (or what was not done as the case may be).
I’ve spent many hours working jobs that most would think are beneath them, and I have spent many hours volunteering or spending time doing things others would absolutely hate to do, and I can say from experience that I am not above any job. I am not above any role. The fact is, I can and will join in wherever I’m needed so long as I believe I can add to the effort and not deter from it. Action, any action, as long as it is productive, will help move towards a goal, and that is the point. There is no singlehanded achievement; it is always a group effort. Even if you work in a silo, you will only be as successful as those who work in the same space towards the same goals. We as people are stronger together, we just need to find where we fit into the puzzle of life to work together.
I hear another poem is coming every Saturday!