The Paradox of our Time, a poem by Bob Moorhead

The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but
shorter tempers, wider Freeways, but narrower viewpoints. We spend more,
but have less, we buy more, but enjoy less. We have bigger houses and
smaller families, more conveniences, but less time. We have more degrees
but less sense, more knowledge, but less judgment, more experts, yet more
problems, more medicine, but less wellness.

We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little,
drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too
little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom. We have multiplied our
possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and
hate too often.

We’ve learned how to make a living, but not a life. We’ve added years to
life not life to years. We’ve been all the way to the moon and back, but
have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbor. We conquered outer
space but not inner space. We’ve done larger things, but not better things.

We’ve cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul. We’ve conquered the atom,
but not our prejudice. We write more, but learn less. We plan more, but
accomplish less. We’ve learned to rush, but not to wait. We build more
computers to hold more information, to produce more copies than ever, but we
communicate less and less.

These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion, big men and small
character, steep profits and shallow relationships.

These are the days of two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses, but
broken homes. These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway
morality, one night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything
from cheer, to quiet, to kill. It is a time when there is much in the
showroom window and nothing in the stockroom. A time when technology can
bring this letter to you, and a time when you can choose either to share
this insight, or to just hit delete…

Remember, to spend some time with your loved ones, because they are not
going to be around forever. Remember, say a kind word to someone who looks
up to you in awe, because that little person soon will grow up and leave
your side.

Remember, to give a warm hug to the one next to you, because that is the
only treasure you can give with your heart and it doesn’t cost a cent.

Remember, to say, “I love you” to your partner and your loved ones, but most
of all mean it. A kiss and an embrace will mend hurt when it comes from
deep inside of you.

Remember to hold hands and cherish the moment for someday that person might
not be there again. Give time to love, give time to speak! And give time to
share the precious thoughts in your mind.”

This was written by Dr. Bob Moorehead, former pastor of Seattle’s Overlake Christian Church (who retired in 1998 after 29 years in that post). This essay appeared under the title “The Paradox of Our Age” in Words Aptly Spoken, Dr. Moorehead’s 1995 collection of prayers, homilies, and monologues used in his sermons and radio broadcasts. I came across it the other day and it struck me so much, I thought I’d share it with you……..

Engage in the present moment, even when its raining

“Realize deeply that the present moment is all you have. Make the NOW the primary focus of your life.” ― Eckhart Tolle, The Power of Now: A Guide to Spiritual Enlightenment

It is Monday morning and for a change I am not in the midst of the Monday “get up, get ready and rush to work” mode. Instead, like many people at this time of year, I am on holiday. The only downside is that the body clock still chimes the time and I am awake at my “normal” early morning time.

Having failed to return to the land of “zzzz’s”, I instead got up and made a cup of tea and contemplated the day. The sun is not shining, instead the rain is coming down in stair rods. It is lashing against the windows in the kitchen where I am sitting.

I sit and pause and listen. When was the last time any of us sat and listened to the rain? Mostly, we complain that we can not go out and do X, Y or Z due to the rain. I am sure that will be the focus of the conversation around me this morning.

However, I am of a different mind. As I sit here and listen, I began to realise that there was a song in the rain. There was depth to the sounds of the rain as it came down. The different notes as it struck the window versus the bushes outside. The slow background thuds of  rain drops hitting the rubbish bin. And there was the rain song.

I know many of you will be in cars driving, or on buses, or even walking. But where ever you are, just take a moment to listen to the rain song. It will bring you a moment of peace in this frantic and mad world we have created around us.

#Happy Monday where ever you are.

For a change, I leave you with a short poem….. enjoy.

April Rain Song
Let the rain kiss you
Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops
Let the rain sing you a lullaby
The rain makes still pools on the sidewalk
The rain makes running pools in the gutter
The rain plays a little sleep song on our roof at night
And I love the rain.

Langston Hughes

Peace is this Moment without Judgement

This is a poem from a recent event I went to. It touched me and I trust it will touch you…..

Do you think peace requires an end to war?
Or tigers eating only vegetables?
Does peace require an absence from
your boss, your spouse, yourself?…
Do you think peace will come some other place than here?
Some other time than Now?
In some other heart than yours?

Peace is this moment without judgement.
That is all. This moment in the Heart-space
where everything that is is welcome.
Peace is this moment without thinking
that it should be some other way,
that you should feel some other thing,
that your life should unfold according to your plans.

Peace is this moment without judgement,
this moment in the heart-space where
everything that is is welcome.

(Author: Dorothy Hunt)