Hypothesis Poem by James L. A. Huetson

Hypothesis



A common occurrence instituted
A new understanding in me.
It came from my mother and dad
Insisting that I eat liver, you see.
Now, to me, the taste of that food
Causes me to gag and to choke.
How anyone can ever consider it good
Is beyond me and must be a joke.

So logically, one must assume
That everyone’s senses can differ.
So two smelling the same bloom,
Each using their own unique sniffer,
Can regularly experience different
Emotions caused by the smell.
Odor can be a lovely scent,
Or it can seem to be coming from hell.

To some a soft tender
Touch may speak strongly of love.
But to others, it will engender
The sense of being given a shove.
A man, quite often, cannot give a hug
Because he’s self conscious
And doesn’t want to seem smug.
He will avoid any kind of a fuss.

To some the sight of a predator
Attacking its prey
Makes their excitement soar.
Others at the same sight may say,
This is a sight I cannot stand.
It is not fair that the prey must die.
But it is unfair that the predator starve and
Its not for us to know where justice lies.

Noisy boom boxes drive me to distraction
Bellowing out that obscene rap.
While classical gets my roommate’s attention
And swiftly makes him ready to nap.
The reality in which we believe
Exists only in our own mind.
We run every sense through our emotional sieve
And we are fools if we believe what we find.

There is more to the sense
Than the sense it’s self.
Humans often offer pretense
As though taken from a bookshelf.
Half the people see religions as harmful.
Claiming to love their neighbors,
They often seem to be more full
Of hatred toward the faiths of others.

Righteous living consists of action
Interwoven into every day living.
It is the narrow path to salvation.
It is not for acquiring but in giving.
All life is sacred and has a soul.
All creation has to include
A bit of the creator to make it whole.
Most religions make rules to exclude.

It is necessary that we comprehend
That each person has his or her own monsters to fight
Of fear, apprehension, insecurity and resentment.
To help them we must stand right
With them and help them determine
The reasons for their inner strife
Then heal them with love divine.
And in this way heal them for life.

Those who live in accordance with the beatitudes,
Those who will lovingly endure the sufferings of life,
Those poor in spirit and pure in heart with proper attitudes,
Will enter God's kingdom and gain eternal life.
Whoever tortures a human being,
Whoever abuses a human being,
Whoever outrages a human being,
Abuses the Great Mystery’s being.

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