The hopelessness of having no purpose in existence--like bottling the ocean.
The grand conclusion of worldly wisdom brought to you by the foolish "logic" of fallible man.
Allow me to introduce to you the character so often alluded to in the book of Ecclesiastes.....
~~The Wind Catcher~~
I am the wind catcher-
With my hands I seek to gather the breeze.
To the far corners of the earth I have chased the tempest,
Only to have it circle round and mock me from another place.
I grasp at the air, but my hand is filled with nothing.
The whisper of promise which I had felt and heard has gone
to I know not where.
I cannot follow.
I reached out to take and be full, but it flees from me.
I cannot touch it; it was but smoke.
Tell me, who are you, and by what name do you call yourself?
Are you a teacher, a doctor, a writer or an artist?
Do you seek to gain, to learn, to gather, to create?
I will tell you who you are:
You are the wind catcher.
Vanity, vanity, all is vanity,
And a striving after wind.
There is nothing new under the sun-
What is has been already.
What are we? They tell us that we are blobs of nothing: chance mistakes in a world without a purpose. The world makes itself: there is no wrong, all is right.
Because there is no right, there can be no wrong. Your mission is your ambition, you create your essence, your meaning, the very reason for your existence.
The teacher stands up and tells his students that words have no meaning.
They tell us that we are accidents, that our thoughts do not exist (you may think that you’re thinking, but they think not).
They say that we do not have souls.
Purposeless, meaningless, empty and wandering nothingness.
And then they turn around and ask why the youth are taking their own lives.
With what lies are you feeding us?!
And with what poison are you filling our minds?!
True or false: Right and wrong do not exist.
True or false: There is no such thing as truth.
You have taught us that the right answer to both questions is true.
Hypocrites!
Shall I laugh or shall I weep?
What is crooked cannot be made straight.
I love this! Was this a more recent poem?
ReplyDeleteCompared to some, yes : ) Thank you, Bethany!!! It was written kind of a while back, but I clearly remember my sister's impatience the day I was scrawling this in my notebook (we were going to watch something, and I was sitting in front of the blank TV like 'Just--one--second--here.....almost done--') LOL! : )
ReplyDeleteMichaela, could I feature this poem sometime?
DeleteSure, go ahead Bethany! :)
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