Point of Contact
- Big Whiz
- May 7
- 2 min read
Point of Contact
Once upon a time, there existed a very intimate and special point in time
If you ever sit and listen, you can hear the elders speak of it in old tales and new nursery rhymes.
An earth-shaking moment, when an individual became something far greater than oneself.
They became part of a collective whole, whose power superseded the untold details of death.
It was often a sudden, subtle occurrence, like a greeting, a nod of the head, or a firm handshake.
An individual's power, influence, and potential for love was extended and blended into the world's fate.
We were students; learning to live for and through one another, finally headed in the right direction.
Lest a shameful past return to bear witness, to be as communal as the bee, would be our greatest lesson.
All at once we were washed in the power to break barriers and baptized in a love born of hate.
Where one was weak, the other was strong, and this blessed union made the collective great.
This worked in accordance with what is right, just like the wind, the rain, and the sun.
We pressed this example forward, and for the first time began to have visions of the whole world as one.
Somehow we forgot that the devil doesn't sleep, while he watched us prosper, and reformulated his plan.
His new calculations embodied the forms of lust and frustration, as he quietly separated woman from man.
The powerful point of contact had been broken from within, and only the truly faithful were able to see.
It seems that even our technological advance only served to enhance the probability that strangers never meet.
Families are again broken like in slavery times; the weak now find themselves forgotten and left behind.
The angry whip proves not to be the cause this time; instead it's rampant jealousy, foolish pride, and other such illness of the mind.
Our once strong communities are now filled with strange neighbors, who don't even know each others names.
It takes a lot less conscience to rob a stranger and it's that much harder to find the ones who are to blame.
The son that is raised without a father will soon grow to find that his learning is lacking and incomplete.
The Earth turns and queens soon learn of this flaw, when their mighty king would rather run in the streets.
Now the beautiful kids grow angry and confused, locate daddy's problem solver and it's off with them to school.
The sign of the times are "bi-polar" and "ADHD", when it used to be that "Momma didn't raise no fools".
It gets hard to understand how we can expect to save a man in Iraq or Iran, while our country slips slowly off the map.
Gaze now through the years of agony and sheer hopelessness of facts, to see how desperately we need to rediscover our point of contact!
10-12-07
Timothy W. Strange
"Whiz"
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