Palm Sunday reflection "THE BURDEN"

THE BURDEN

©Ron Burres, 2018

(thoughts of Palm Sunday)

I walked steadily along the way

My small hooves cushioned

Easing the weight upon my back

Humans crowding close to me

Shouting and yelling praises

As they covered my path that day

I noticed the trees all barren now

Their fronds strewn along my way

Once crowned and so adorned

Now stripped and standing naked

Foretelling what was preordained

That of Mankind being reborn again

Somehow I knew my reason for being

Was to bear this weight upon my back

An act destined before time began

That I should carry this sacrificial lamb

To give up His life and then to live again

The weight on my back seemed to lighten now

I realized how light my load compared to His

He would carry a cross covered in man’s sin

His precious blood spent in purchase of forgiveness

A heavy, heavy burden.

TO ALL WHO BEAR MY DNA

Today I decided to start my new endeavor, adding it to the all-ready stack of things to do before my clock stops ticking. I never seem to know what will act as a catalyst and today it was another poem ticking away in my attic.  When I first started writing, way back when just about all of my inspirations came from my own pain or the pain I envisioned others were having. 

From the bandstand I was able to see a myriad of life and lives in all stages of growth and decay.  One such observation brought about one of my songs, a touch of empathy I would suspect, mixed with the observation and fear of stepping on the wrong path.

That fool is Me, (http://ronsmarbles.blogspot.com/2018/03/that-fool-is-me.html  )

The spark today seemed to have hit much closer to home, causing me to do a priority check on my to-do list.  All of a sudden the items “get my children to forgive me” and “help anyone who cares, to know me” jumped up on the list by substantial numbers.

WHO ARE YOU © Ron Burres    3/18/2018

I stood there looking at him, quizzically

As if I had just recognized him from the past.

He seemed so different than when I had seen him last. 

His eyes had changed, they weren’t the same

It was like looking into a fire that had no flame.

He was much older than I remember

Such a change from spring to December

It always surprises me how we neglect to see

All those many things we don’t want to be

I guess it just so much easier if we just look

Today as I looked into his eyes

Into the depths of his heart and soul

I saw the pain of not knowing what best to do

The sorrow of lost chance smothered by time

Unable to show how much he loves you.

"THAT FOOL IS ME"

That Fool is Me

© Ron Burres July 10, 1981 Wilsonville, OR

As I sit here alone on this barstool

And stare across at the mirror

I see the old face of a fool I once knew

Who now hangs his head in despair

(chorus) I wonder just what had to happen

                To  take the fire from his eyes

Was it the loneliness of all those years

Or just his tears when he cries

I see him through eyes blurred from drinkin’

And to many hours without sleep

I see the old face of a fool I once knew

Who seems to burnt to even care

(Who now seems to burnt to care)

His hair is all gray and matted

From sleepin’ outside in the streets

His coat is all torn and tattered

Lord, it looks like the one

Wrapped round me

(spoken) I watch him think back thru his years, His face it looks befuddled, as he tries to place where he’s at.

 I see the face of an old fool I once knew. I just can’t remember from where.

1. THE JOURNEY or OMG WHAT WAS I THINKING

Years ago I started a poem, one that would look at the birth sequence and the life of a human being.  It was going to be an epic poem that pertained and looked at the travels a person went through during his life.  Well like so many other projects it has gone neglected and covered with dust and cobwebs.
This whole Don't Lose My Marbles project was an undertaking designed to give my offspring and theirs some kind of understanding of one half of whom they sprang from..  So I have now decided that the Journey project will continue not as an epic poem but as some semblance of a journal as seen through the memory, (rapidly failing as it may be), with as much honesty as I can grasp ahold of today.
          OMG WHAT WAS I THINKING
THE JOURNEY BEGINS (c) Ron Burres

A jolt

Conception,   A joining of energy.

Life energy flowing quickly,

Molecules transformed into being.

Energy’s choice, This womb, This place.

Putting away past banks of memory,

To experience difference, change,

 Another life, to be born anew,

Another life journey I begin.

2

Is it again

Hints of past being fade

In their place rhythmic motion

A flowing ebbing sensation

Energy of another flowing through I

Not of I, but joining with.

Then experience

Throbbing sound, a giant heart, 

Pumping life fluid to I,

Awareness of warmth, safety, security

Surrounded by embryonic shell and womb.

3

As I grows

Awareness of something more

Thoughts coming not from I

But yet into and becoming part

Influencing the I

Suddenly

There is fear.  I know I am not wanted

How strong that is known

There now a part, how to be loved

I will gain all that is needed.

What is is existence. 

The journey begins.