Are We Rearranging Deck Chairs on the Titanic?

Sometimes in life we can’t see the failings right in front of us.
We are so filled with optimism that we neglect the harsh reality confronting us on the horizon.
I know it is for me.
And so it is for my country.
And it seems that way for the world.
I do not like politics. I want to believe the world is run by people who care.
That the people in charge know what is best for the greater good of all of us.
But as of late, I worry.

For the first time in my life I feel like we are all on the titanic and there is no point in moving the deck chairs around when…
When what?
When we financially bust?
When we go to another war?
When we destroy another democracy in the name of our freedom?
When we blame others for our problems?
When we destroy ourselves through hate and envy?
Then what?
Has anyone thought about what the world will be like when we finally hit the icebergs staring us in the face?

Even more important…what will we be like?
Will we finally heal ourselves and open to others?
Could we finally forget our differences and learn to get along?
Could everyone on the planet find joy in being alive and sharing in this experience of life?
Without hardship?
Or injustice?
Or fear?
Or pain?
Or suffering?

Could we finally rearrange our hearts to love each other as if each day was our last?
Could we begin to heal the wounds created by the chaos that we never asked for?
Could the world become better through understanding?

I don’t know the answers any more than anyone else.
If nothing else, we are all united in our confusion.
But also by our hope.

The hope that one day, we can wake up to a better world.
A world that has been rearranged.
Rearranged by love.
Our love.

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By Tessa Saks

Rearrange

Hope is on the Horizon

Are We Too Careful?

I used to be more reckless. More daring.
Somehow along the way I started to hedge my risk. Maybe it is part of growing up.
But as I became more responsible I also became safe.
And when you are playing it safe, you no longer take chances.

You suddenly care more about protecting what you have instead of going out and discovering more.
It can happen in so many different ways.
I wanted safe investments. More secure work. A safer neighborhood. A safer holiday.
I decorated in neutral. I wore neutrals. I embraced the blandness of neutrality for mediocrity.
So began the lure of routine and comfort in the status quo.
Nothing changed. And I didn’t want it to. I became inflexible to so many things.
Trips to the same places. Eating at the same restaurants. Shopping at the same stores and buying the same things over and over.
Discontinued products bothered me. Favorite products wearing out or breaking beyond repair caused tension.
I started buying things in multiples so I wouldn’t run out. Ever.
I didn’t want to have to make choices. To try things and have them disappoint me.
I needed my life to be predictable.
It was.

And yet I imagined taking chances.
I dreamed of opportunities. Of following my heart.
Of being a daring and bold free spirit, living life to the fullest.
Letting passion guide me to joyful adventures.
Embracing life in the moment.
Replacing anxiety with curiosity and wonder.
Sparking the fires of my soul to try new things. To step out of my comfort zone and live.
Filling my days with happiness.
And the uncertainty of tomorrow disarmed so I might experience the joy of discovery today.
Of trying something new.
Of making mistakes and moving on. Unbroken. Intact.
And never again
Being
Too careful.

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By Tessa Saks

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Careful

Your Dreams are not Lost

Love Poem

Do not despair your dreams
They are not lost…
Merely displaced.
Hiding beneath the surface
of contentment.

Look deep within
They lay still…in the corners of your heart.
Evertrue.
They never abandoned you
Despite your constant neglect.
They are there waiting.
Needing only you to release them…
And free them.
So that once again you may rise to the truth
Of who you are
And what you may be.

Never again fearful.
Moving forward in the choices
That live in your dreams.
And bring all that you desire
Into reality.
Living in the dream
And the truth,
Evermore.

By Tessa Saks

 

 

Be love….

Poem: You are the One

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You are the One
By Tessa Saks
You are the light
 that fills my days with meaning.
 You are the joy
 that awakens my soul with pleasure.
 You are the one
 who ignites my deepest passion.
And no matter where you are
 or what you choose to do
 Know that deep in my heart
 I will love only you.

Poem: Where Are You Now?

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By Tessa Saks

Where are you now
my forgotten love?
Why am I not
with you?
Should I repent
and
cast aside
the pain that
stirs deep within.
I was yours
in heart
and mind.
A bond forged
in you.
I know it well
but you
seem lost.
Unable to see the truth.
You felt the joy
I know you did
In the
depths of all that’s true.
The softest touch.
A gentle kiss.
With whispers just for you.
Yet you turned your back
to love’s true call.
For what I cannot say.
But know that
I am ever yours
and waiting
for you
Only you.

Love Poem: Remembered Kiss I

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Love Poem: Remembered Kiss I
by Tessa Saks

I need your touch
in the gentle
hours of morning.
And again
in the heat of a hectic day.
And yet again
in the silent falling twilight.

Where are you?
Why can’t you be here
by my side?
Touching the
heart of me
with your caresses.
Awakening the pleasure
that
resides from within
the depths of my soul.

I am yours.
In body.
In all that I know.
In all that I seek.
The essence of all that I may be.

If only you could be here now.
To still
and awaken my
repressed longing
for a kiss.
A deep passionate kiss
that would
erase
all the anguish.
Extinguish
any pain
that remains
from broken promises and
untold lies.

Free my desire to rise
above my petty needs
and become more than
I have known.

Free my passion.
Free the locked up
longings
for love.
Love in spite of
my deepest insecurity.

A love beyond words
and time.
A love that lingers
and dissolves
the residue of heartache.

Come to me.
Be mine.
In body and beyond.

A timeless love
that withstands
all the torment and pain of life.

A love, true beyond meaning.
That fills this
caustic void
with hope.
The hope of
your touch.
Your flesh.

Sharing in the light of your life.
Burning brighter
because of you.
Only you.

This Fog/This Life

Richard M. Ankers



 Through churning mist
 I search,
 Swirls of memories,
 Whirls of remembrance
 Coagulate
 Then dissipate
 Just as quickly.
 Tis a fog, my life,
 One grey clot after another.
 Yet, hope still,
 For in each ruby dawn,
 Each rose petal awakening,
 Lies the spirit of the new.
 Every act; every view,
 Contains a freshness
 I would otherwise lack.
 So do not pity my searching eyes
 For the fog I exist within
 Is a blessing.
 After all,
 Do I not have you
 Each and every day anew.
 

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